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Screen Dump 577

Like an MRI of your alphabet asking for seconds . . . and thirds . . .

There are options . . . always, options

selecting players randomly using machine language . . .

Your 50-minute hour mutates into a mini-doc 

of 20 faux pas . . . with odysseyites flown in for a re-enactment

that has nothing to do with anything . . .

You have become enamored of place . . . this place . . .

The way it was . . . The way it is . . .

Your distant closeness colors the world . . .

Your periscope however stubborn locks on the loneliness 

of marionettes . . . whose strings are tied to rehearsals

of twelve-tone musical compositions in forsaken music halls . . .

DiFilippo Marionette Theater Company