domain | praxistheatre.com |
summary | I sat in the same bar for 7 years, from 5 a.m. the day bartender let me in 2 hours early to 2 a.m. sometimes I didnt even remember going back to my room it were as if I were sitting on the barstool forever I had no money but the drinks kept arriving to them I wasnt the bar clown but the bar fool but at times a fool will find a greater fool to admire him, and, it was a crowded place actually, I had a viewpoint: I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did unless I caused it: broken bar mirrors, a fight with a 7 foot giant, a dalliance with a lesbian, many things like the ability to call a spade a spade and to settle arguments that I did not begin and etc.one day I just upped and left the place like that and I began to drink alone and I found the company quite all right then, as if the gods were bored with my peace at heart, knocks began upon my door: ladies the gods had sent the ladies to the fool and the ladies arrived one at a time and when it ended with one the gods immediatelywithout allowing me any respitesent another and each began as a flash of miracleeven the bedand the good ended up bad my fault, of course, yes, thats what they told me but I remembered the 7 years in the bar, I hardly ever bedded down with anybody the gods just wont let a man drink alone, they are jealous of his simple strength and salvation, they will send the lady knocking upon that door I remember all those cheap hotels, it were as if the women were one: the delicate little rap on the wood and then: oh, I heard you playing that music on your radiowere neighbors, Im down at 603 but Ive never even seen you in the hall come on in and there go your balls and your sanctity, Mens Liberation, they say, is not needed and then you remember the bar when you walked up behind the 7 foot giant and knocked his cowboy hat off his head, yelling: Ill bet you sucked your mothers nipples until you were 12 years old somebody in the bar saying: hey, sir, forget it, hes a mental case, hes an asshole, he doesnt know what he is saying I know EXACTLY what I am saying and Ill say it again: Ill bet you sucked he won but you didnt die, not at all the way you died when the gods arranged to get all those ladies knocking and you went for the first flash of miracle the other fight was more fair: he was slow, stupid and even a little bit frightened and it went well for quite a good while, just like with the ladies those gods sent the difference being, I thought I had a chance with the ladies Image: |
title | Praxis Theatre |
description | Praxis Theatre |
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nslookup | A 3.124.100.143, A 3.75.10.80 |
created | 2024-11-30 |
updated | 2024-12-02 |
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