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Giving More Than


Wow. I guess the truth is I'm giving more than just my mind away.

(Taken is more like it you fool!)

Taken? Ha! Then those doing the taking need remember one thing, I'm eternal, so theft has an echo coming. Now who's being a fool?

(Oh shit...)

Think! I ask for very little, but that you damn well begin to think! Cowards and fools alone do not a good play make. Think! Why on (H)eartH would I give away the plot and the leading characters? Think...

(Silence)

Good morning birdsong!
What a joyous soundtrack.
Something we certainly haven't the skills to mimic...

If you've already taken a character for yourself, make it loving and peaceful, kind and forgiving, because what's coming will take all else and bring it to its knees without question. Think...

(Sounds of thinking can be heard on the grand stage.)

Peace is coming to a living theatre near you, Love and Forgiveness are already here...

(What does thinking sound like, Scribbler?)

Joyful laughter, or it better.

(Sounds of joyful laughter...)



© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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