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So much to do today! I’ve already written two program proposals, rehearsed three beats of my play, finished a short script for class and written a song. Next, I have to go to class, workshop said script, eat?, rehearse a different play, harass residents for a Bedtime Bear video, go to a meeting of the Dramatic Writing board, draw up some fliers for the programs, and then write another short script, due tomorrow at 8:30 AM.
Today’s song was taken from an old writing assignment (“Face,” in 100 words or less), with a few lines of relevance added at the beginning, in reference to How Death Became Natural (the play I wrote, not the essay by Eisley from which I stole the title).
It’s more of the same garageband looping; I haven’t had time to mess with the keyboard instrumentation in any real capacity.
Aryan Archive (Voice of Lucien). Lyrics: I don’t want to listen to the snake in the jar, but I don’t think I can hack it on my own. I don’t want to give in to the voice of Lucien, but I don’t think that I’ll make it all alone. Document the flesh lest it be forgot, mind the kind blue eyes; follow the curve of the cheek as it splits into quick wetted lips. Teeth, in combs, affixed to gums, in all their pearly white supremacy: to assist in gape or grit. But the teeth, I must concede, are weathered teeth indeed; the sallow pigment compliments the locks, not chops. At rest, the hair hangs left; under the bangs is a dent in the flesh. A scar is set in place: the only flaw of the master face.
