NormA and B
You look like an absent-minded woman with funny glasses.
I thank you.
We walk a while before something happens. Something dramatic.
The neighbourhood is quiet and dark.
It is.
Is is as is does does.
The houses are everywhere.
Naturally.
Something happens.
What exactly?
Exactly.
You face is small and stupid.
I remain adamant.
I turn on a lamp.
I open the curtains nullifying your lamp-lighting.
I’m not happy about that.
This is where it starts.
We’re there already.
Home is where it all starts.
This must be home.
You see my hat.
I see your hat.
Home it is then.
We sit on the couch.
That stands up.
It is as comfortable as they say.
They said it.
They said it and they made it.
They said it because they made it.
Somewhere out there someone has it in for us.
I have it in for you.
I look at you searchingly for no apparent reason.
You do.
The walls are flaky and white like you.
Your hair is like that electrical cord.
A loud noise makes itself heard.
Unsettlingly so.
Suddenly, we find ourselves somewhere else.
I am happier here.
Happier.
Less unhappy.
There’s something not quite right about any of this.
Nothing has happened so far.
A loud noise of water drops in an empty tin bucket.
That’s what you reckon.
Did I ever say otherwise?
You’re asking me?
You’re telling me.
I thank you.
We walk a while before something happens. Something dramatic.
The neighbourhood is quiet and dark.
It is.
Is is as is does does.
The houses are everywhere.
Naturally.
Something happens.
What exactly?
Exactly.
You face is small and stupid.
I remain adamant.
I turn on a lamp.
I open the curtains nullifying your lamp-lighting.
I’m not happy about that.
This is where it starts.
We’re there already.
Home is where it all starts.
This must be home.
You see my hat.
I see your hat.
Home it is then.
We sit on the couch.
That stands up.
It is as comfortable as they say.
They said it.
They said it and they made it.
They said it because they made it.
Somewhere out there someone has it in for us.
I have it in for you.
I look at you searchingly for no apparent reason.
You do.
The walls are flaky and white like you.
Your hair is like that electrical cord.
A loud noise makes itself heard.
Unsettlingly so.
Suddenly, we find ourselves somewhere else.
I am happier here.
Happier.
Less unhappy.
There’s something not quite right about any of this.
Nothing has happened so far.
A loud noise of water drops in an empty tin bucket.
That’s what you reckon.
Did I ever say otherwise?
You’re asking me?
You’re telling me.
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
Is this more of the non-confusing nature of women? I also hate it when folks are demanding while giving lip service to asking. And that drop in the bucket stuff.....seems to always become a deluge.
Mis
Well done
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
it's more the non-confusing nature of script writing.
Really tis a dialogue, darlink -
In Australia when someone has big hands we say that they have "buckets".
Norm, Ambassador