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So I plan to be a mime for Halloween and I was thinking of maybe doing a skit kinda thing before the show revolving around a mime that is sick of not talking. So she sheds her mime garb and replaces it with normal clothing. Unbeknownst to her, when she talks, no words come out. After the many bad situations she encounters because of her inability to actually speak, she leaves this "normal" life, and decides to go back to being a mime.
First scene is the mime in the bathroom taking off the makeup. She then dresses in regular clothing and enters into the bathroom again, looks into the mirror, and smiles.
[These are some situations I was thinking about, maybe like 20 or so seconds each. And subtitles for when she 'talks']
Worker: Hi, what would you like today?
Mime: [mouthing the words] Um, I would like an italian coffee with milk and sugar, and a croissant please.
Worker: Excuse me? Is this some kind of practical joke?
Mime: What? No! I mean, I don't understand.
Worker: Listen, you either order, or you get out.
Mime: Oh my God, you are so rude. [leaves]
trying to engage in a conversation with a bunch of people/students
Student 1: …you see, if McCain became president instead of Obama we would be in a better place right now. The democrats messed up everything.
Student 2: The democrats? The government was messed up way before Obama became president thanks to your darling Bush and the top 1% that rule this country!
Mime: [steps into the middle of the group] hey guys I think you should calm down, no need to bite each others heads off.
Student 1: [looks at Mime ludicrously] Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck is wrong with you?
Mime: Nothing! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Student 2: Dude let's get out of here, she's fuckin weird.
Student 1: Yeah [group of people leaves]
Mime: Hey! Hey come back here! Fuckin shit! [leaves]
Woman/Man: Excuse me Miss, do you know where I can find the Columbus Circle train station?
Mime: [excited, talks too fast] Yes, you go down two blocks, and then you go about three blocks to the right, you'll see it, it's right next to the shops, lots of big buildings there.
Woman/Man: [confused] umm, could you repeat that?
Mime: oh okay, you go down two blocks, and then you go about three blocks to the right.
Woman/Man: I'll find out on my own I guess. [walks away]
Mime: But I just told you…
someone steals her bag
Mime: [walking down street, man bumps into her and takes her bag] HELP! HE TOOK MY BAG! [She tries to run after him, stops at a corner, man is out of sight]
Mime: [talking to herself] Why can no one hear me?
Mime enters apartment, drops onto the couch. She looks longingly at the mime clothing she has hanging in her bedroom. She sighs.
Cuts to the scene as she finishes reapplying her lipstick. She smiles in the mirror.
She exits the building in full mime clothing and walks with a 'kick to her step.' Scene fades.
Sometimes I'll look up into the sky and it'll be raining and I will be in the rain. And I'm cold and drenched, but I won't move because goddammit I haven't felt this ...
words. big words. small words. words that
never end. words that are whispered. words
that are shouted. unknown words. defined
words. words that make you smile...
Today is the second Monday of April.
From the window, I can see a few people wander aimlessly in the garden.
I sit and watch.
And wait for my "cure."
My body is
a thing made of bones, skin, organs,
and in the middle there is a heart.
My heart is
a thing made of veins, ventricles, arteries,
and in the middle there is you.
The Longray, Lora, approached the threshold carefully, watching her steps and careful not to make a sound. The basement was dark and dreary, more t...
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I couldn't think of any music that would go along well with it, so if anyone does, feel free to make this record awesomeness.
There are days when I can't stand to walk outside at night.
I feel like the moon is following me.
Sometimes I think that I'm crazy.
Not the kind of crazy that's obvious, like the guys on the train who talk to themselves absently, who make sudden movements that don't make sense,...
In her dreams, she is eight years old.
She wears pink dresses and large smiles.
She is at the park, swinging on the old red swing.
She admires the sound of th...
"You should have kept in touch with Reality..." the voice said disapprovingly.
The boy stared at the white telephone, then at the large yellow phone book, and replied.