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1 | INSTRUCTIONS: Open a new row and start dining on your imagination! Character Description: Are you a human? What sort? An alien? an Avian? a Simian? A cat? An alien cat? Or is it none of our damn business anyway? | We arrive at the restaurant. Slightly above casual, but below too fancy to take your entire paycheck for the week. | We sit down. There is a community table right in the middle, and you can join on in. On either side are tiny nooks, shielded by long pothos vine plants, exuding a jungle privacy. . | We order drinks. Either at your table or if you want, you can belly up to a shiny polished bar at the far end, hang your foot over the wrought iron barstep, stand at the bar, and order your fancy. | We order food. Hmmm.... let your heart go wild, as this place's claim to fame is to have everything--and anything. | We debate dessert. Really? Hmm.. and what would it be if it weren't for weighty issues like your wallet, your waistline, your burning desire for rocket fuel or? | We order coffee and dessert. In some cultures, this might e decadent, and who knows, a drugged debate might arise. But here? Well? | We linger. After all, we never get to see each other in real life. So what are we doing in this unreal life? | We pay the bill. How do we split the scene? | Author credits | |||||||||||||||
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3 | Intro script for reading Performances | Tonight's banquet features you. Your imagination is served up fresh right here and right now and anytime --whenever you fancy. | Come to the ELO banquet whenver--just open the spreadsheet at https://tinyurl.com/ELObanquet2020 and write in who you are, how you come to the banquet, how you dine and interact, and then of course, how you pay. | The ELO banquet started out as a way to celebrate my birthday after 7 months of quarantine. A few of us scouted out the venue during our April Salon. Sign up for the ELO salon list at https://tinyurl.com/ELOsalonlist as we continue this tradition . WE all had such a great time there, and the food was amazing, running the gamut well beyond a through z and stretching light years over from chinese ideograms to alien tongues | So come on in, enjoy. The food is hot and piping. The company congenial. And best of all, we are always here for you. Yeah, that's right. You can never leave...the Restaurant at the End of Your Imagination. | Here are a few of the voices gathered. We hope to use Stepworks or a generative engine to transform our experiences into a truly play-filled joy-filled escapism or even as a stage for protests, and a way to reach across all of our differences and distances. | So, yes, we are interviewing staff and cooks and programmers--please apply on thie discord under Seeking Collaborations! | As a special bonus tonight, if you type in on the green line, I will read your experience as my last reading--and if no one types in, we will leave the space for Elijah, our passover guest. | |||||||||||||||||
4 | Thanks getting back to me. I'm hoping the interview will go well. And thanks for your interest. Can I ask... Are you looking for busboys? Servers? short cooks? I mean, I'm pleased to take any position. My references are good. It's just that I have a family, and I really need the help... | I don't sit down just yet. I'm nervous. I straighten my tie. I notice you have my resume in front of you. I smile meekly. | I try not to look too desperate. I want to mention or at least ask about my references. They will check out. I don't want to play too many cards at once. There's an uncomfortable silence. I'm starting to think this meeting won't go very well. | It's nice to keep it friendly. I just ask for selzer. I know it isn't always smart to drink in these kinds of situations. I swallow the water loudly. I pause and tell you how much I admire the menu. | I tell you I've always wanted to try your famous sourdough. I hear you get your starter from Lyon. I agree that San Francisco's bakeries rarely live up to the hype. | Is it true that you learned your technique for mousse from a hair salon? | I down the espresso, leaving the final spoonful of the mousse in the tiny glass cup. I commend you on how creamy it is. light and billowy, as your reputation demands. I tell you how much of a pleasure it would be to join your establishment. | It's surprising to hear that you too have existential doubts about running your chain of famous eateries in this time of the pandemic. I mean, if you can't survive this, what hope do other, lesser known establishments have. | I offer another phone number in case you want to contact me sooner. I understand you probably won't need anyone immediately. But really, my references will check out. I'm about to lose my stimulus cheques from the government. Isn't there anything you can do? | a. klobucar | |||||||||||||||
5 | I am a big hit recently, you might have heard of me already - coronavirus. | I arrive a bit late, alone, in my best attire on (you know, the one with fancy spikes) and to my great and unpleasant surprise everyone starts leaving, apparently in a hurry . | I love other organisms, preferably bigger, more meaty and smelly than me so I always want to join in whenever I can, but as I already said, everyone left in a hurry. So I'm waiting hambushed in those nice vine plants where no one could ever see me. Plants are much kinder to me. | Shiny polished bar! Yesss! it's where I thrive the longest! | Let my heart go wild... Hmm, a few nice ACE2 proteins would be delicious... | I don't do desserts. | I dream of any work of electronic literature that would confirm my fame. There's so much news coverage out there. in most cases they totally misunderstand me, they don't read me at all, not a tine bit, null. They've no idea how lonesome piece of RNA I am. I've heard there was this great poem inserted into a sequence of DNA - and I'm telling you, the time has come for RNA now! | That's why I escaped from my hide (courtesy of bats, pangolins and human penchant for a weird diet) in hope that I'd finally get treatment I deserve. I'll mutate very quickly, I promise, manifesting many nice permutations of a poem. So why not to talk about it? Anyone? | I don't know about you, by I split by an enzym called Furin. | AN | |||||||||||||||
6 | I self-identify as human, but exist in several time periods simultaneously, counting among my many avatars a Roman Senator, a Spanish monk from the Middle Ages, a Victorian balloonist, a Beat poet who died wholly unknown, and of course a contemporary circus clown. | The restaurant is a moderately fancy steak house frequented by mafiosi, in Pennsylvania near the Delaware Water Gap, on a rainy Friday night in the early 21st century | I choose to sit in one of the side nooks among the pothos vines, but I am not alone. There are ghosts all around me; some are briefly visible, others, not. | I order a flagon of Viking mead fermented during a week of particularly violent thunderstorms in the tiny village of Oslo in 491 a.d. The drinking vessel is fashioned from the horn of a minotaur. | My main course consists of a lobster taken from a trap that also contained one served to Charles Dickens at Tavistock House, London, in August of 1858. This is followed by a roast boar slain by Sir Lancelot. Side dishes include the first bowl of pasta ever served in Italy following Marco Polo's return from China, and a puree made from one of only four potatoes unaffected by the blight that caused the Great Famine of the 1840s. | The dessert course consists of a spotted dick once served to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and the very pineapple that a 16th century Pope refused to taste for fear of poisoning, when it was presented to him by Vasco da Gama | The coffee I select is the very same served to W. B. Yeats on the morning of his death. It's lightened with heavy cream from a remote farm in 10th century Devonshire, spiked with aged whiskey from the secret vaults of Al Capone. With the coffee, I also have a cannoli that comes served in a paper wrapping that is revealed to be the first draft of Shakespeare's 116th sonnet. The meal concludes with an after dinner mint that once sweetened the breath of Sylvia Plath. | Following the dinner I do not linger, and, maintaining an air of mystery, discuss nothing with the other diners, living, dead, or otherwise. | I cannot fathom paying. I leave behind no more trace of my presence than might have been left by a momentary gust of wind sweeping away Darwin's top hat on the battlements of Elsinore. | Robert Lavett Smith | |||||||||||||||
7 | I am a spreadsheet from the planet Googoo. My columns and rows are open to anyone to edit. I'm often overwhelmed by people trying to sort me out. I'd rather be cluttered. | I look at my accounts receivable and my accounts payable and try to conspire to get Mary Jo Bob and Sister Sue to pick up my tab. | I'm an open book, the community table is fine | I'll order from the table. I like to spread out. | I take something from every column. | I try to compartmentalize, so I can fit a different dessert in each compartment! | But I realized that shoving food into my pockets isn’t really the best way to “compartmentalize” my eating. | I've got an equation for that, though I suspect it will always zero out in the next cell. | |||||||||||||||||
8 | We are the letters, the phonemes, the graphemes, the ideograms, the kanjis of your language. | We have been here all along. We have no need to arrive. We are everywhere. | We do not sit. We commune. We change. We never even stand still. | We grok you. But only sometimes. | We entice the letters of each menu to join our dance, and now you have only empty table(t)s to per/use. | We are the sweetest sounds, the most dulcet of spaces. | We dont need no stinkin caffeine or sugar. We take it intralinearly anyway. | We will now commence to haunt your dreams forever. | we are the bill. | ||||||||||||||||
9 | Should it matter? I am here to eat and to have a conversation, I think that should be the extent to which I am known. | It is strange how the most interesting conversations take place in the most casual settings while the most trivial conversations take place in the most formal settings. | Oh, how pleasant, everyone is here before me... its ok. I am more of a listener so I move to the fringes of the table only to be pulled into the center as it had one of the few remaining seats. | I will order drinks to the table because that is what everyone else is doing. Or so it appears. The real question is how much I want to drink in order to talk about things meaningfully in the future. | Anything and everything. A bold claim for a casual restaurant. I could order something eccentric but the poor chefs. I think I would rather go for a comforting sandwich and maybe some maccaroni and cheese. It is simple but, when done right, is phenomenal. | Desert should always be debated, it is the perfect end to a meal. In this case, desert should be a single slice of red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting with a crumb coated exterior. Call me old fashioned but it contains a quality that is final and signifies the perfect end to the meal. | Coffee dulls the mind. If I wanted it, I would have ordered coffee cake instead. I think I will settle for water. If anyone wants to debate on the merits of coffee, feel free. I will stay calm as you attempt to frantically spell out your argument. | Why not? This is just more time that I will be able to spend with all of you. In those exact moments, it is difficult to remember how much I wanted to linger in other social events slowly coming to close. | I arrived late. Was there already an agreement on who was paying? I pay for my bill and leave a generous tip because, let's face it, dealing with all of us was not an easy task. | ||||||||||||||||
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11 | I am a creature of extrordinary power. I am the titan of Saturn's moon Titan. I am a force of nature. The weapon I weild gives me control over all reality, time, space, mind, soul, and power. You may have seen me before fighting those idiots on earth who disagree with my idea of balance in the universe. I am the great and all powerful Thanos. | I enter this puny excuse for what they call a restaurant. No matter. I am here to conquer them. I am dressed in my finest battle armor ready to destroy anything in my path. | There they are gathered at a small table in the center of the establishment. They made it so easy for me. I approach them asking who is their leader. They reply, "bro what are you doin? We're just chillin here sippin on the finest beverages this side of the Mississippi." I am confused, but I will allow this socialization to continue. | One of them asks, "So what you drinkin?" I ask if they have any Asgaurdian beers, but they lack the proper taste in alcohol to truly appreciate such an amazing drink. I ask for the best of what they got. These humans are not impressing me. They bring out something foul, a little glass of disgusting, watery liquid. I gave up on them and conjured my own barrel of drink. | Conquest has made me quite hungry, and I ask the gentlemen for their finest meats. Now this was something they were good at. No infinity stones needed. I chow down on 3 full racks of BBQ ribs, 4 New York strips, fish, duck, and a delicious plethera of desserts smothered in chocolate. Maybe the humans are not so bad after all. | A loud explosion occurs at the door. It was my daughter, Gamora. She always was a fan of the desserts on other planets. She grew angry with me and debated me eating the entirety of dessert alone. There was nothing left for her. She shouted, screamed, cried, and left. Whatever. She'll blow off some steam by raiding another planet close by. | A cup of warm coffee would fix the slight food coma that was piercing my mind. I drank that cup in 1 second flat. I could feel the caffeine rushing through my purple veins. | People ask about my infinity gautlet. I show off it's amazing abilities with a show of fireworks and explosions. I create a living cell before their very eyes, and bring a few of them across the solar system in mere seconds with my teleportation. It's always great to show interesting people around. | I ask for the bill. Quite a hefty price for all of this food. I create some gold coins from thin air, throw it at them, and leave. What an interesting society of organisms. Unfortunately, half of all life must die. *SNAP* | Josh Lerner | |||||||||||||||
12 | We are from Saturn, and we've just come back from a lovely trip around the sun. We thought we'd pop in for a nibble before heading back to the rings. On our way, we passed through the savannah and saw a herd of creatures with incredibly gorgeous proboscises, simply fabulous flapping ears and gorgeously large enough to suit us. Thus we have taken that form whilst here for it is a simply stunning form, much more sophisticated than the skinny hairless bipeds that seem to overpopulate this planet. | We arrive in style, having appropriated enough open air vehicles from the skinny bipeds on the savannah. The vehicles seem to be running out of food as well --for they sputter to stop in front of this bulding. As we have examined in our alien-dictionary, "Restaurant" signifies food. So we stop in front, prance to the entrance, open the door with our flexible proboscises, and enter. | A biped uncomfortably attired in stiff black and white clothing hurries up to us and motions us to follow it back into the bowels of the restaurant. But we see a large comfortable table in the middle, with thrones at the head of the table. We carefully go there instead and morph our weight to fit the thrones. | Another biped, this one sporting bsmall plastic windows perched on its nose hands us a red plastic cardboard. We point and it points. It comes back with tiny containers of fluid covered in what the dictionary describes as umbrellas. We take the liquid into our proboscises and squirt into our mouths. The biped's face turns pale, and the biped comes back with orange buckets full of liquid. We move the big umbrellas stuck in the liquid and slurp. | The biped comes back with a green plastic cardboard. We consult our alien dictionary and order a baobab salad. The biped consults with the black and white dressed biped, and they both hurry off. We see other diners coming in and the black and white dressed biped talks furiously fast at each diner, pointing at us. The biped sporting windows on its nose thumbs through the dictionary and we understand that our food is waiting for us in back. We tromp back and make our own exit in the back wall, realigning the structural integrity of the restaurant. Our meal looks delicious, even down to the raspberry and sap drizzles down the wood grain. | We trumpet our grace. We eat until the baobab tree is reduced to mere splinters. We moan in ecstasy over our greatly increased girth. We calculate weight ratios for our return trip and attempt to morph. However, we realize that this is futile and we willl have to stay longer than we originally planned. | The biped sporting windows comes to us and wrings its hands, "You wouldn't care for dessert, would you?" We look at each other and silently agree with a flick of our long beautiful eyelashes. We consult the alien dictionary and decide to share a chocolate mouse with a ton of whipped cream. What the hell, we are only here once. | A large vehicle with a square bucket in back filled with whipped cream and a chocolate-edged design of the solar system arrives at our table. We begin by gently picking up the cream with our proboscises and lovingly, slowly putting our proboscises in each other's mouths and licking. This devolves over time to a full blown orgy which we will not report on further. | Finally, there is only a thin layer of cream left in the square bucket. We reach for the last lump together, but we recoil in horror when we realize what it is: a gray mouse licking itself clean of chocolate dipping, with a speck of whipped cream still on its nose.We shed our recently gained weight in sheer terror and take off for the safe comforts of home. | Aylah Foureste and Deena Larsen | |||||||||||||||
13 | this seems blank, yes? no? is anyone here? | We arrive, but action is taken, not taking place,so something is excluded from the story line | of course the creatures with the big ears are seen first. that's the way of restaurants. I'm so very tired of this invisibility. Time to weaponize it and sneak in. | Water is solid narrative - transparent as the glass: we'll have it, for it is free. Isn't it? | I want that Proust cookie - if only I could remember the name of it.. | Yes! The Proust Cookie!!!!!!! | What happens when we all type in one cel at the same time? | ||||||||||||||||||
14 | We are the letters, and we arrive before anything starts: we constantly contradict each other, and our arguments is something that keeps us together. We are many. | We are already there, wating for the waiters, expecting guests, but aren't we guests? More to come, but we aren't sure if all guests will be letters as we are. We might be complete - as non-sense, or other. | Our places are taken for granted: we don't see where we seat, but remain seated even when we are excused. | Inks, please! (there's nothing left) | We only take sides - we are put aside, and sideways we reach our destination (s). We're fast, but the world is faster (then) | We move through the P.S. - references turn pale - we reach out for remaining meanings, but they remain unstressed | We are sleepless, and we are the lights to see the moon (it's time we left, but only some of us) | We remain | We are free | ||||||||||||||||
15 | am know no more | have no pay check and no clothes (no) | gazes all around, shyly reclude | need a double porto | and some chips | What is . | Maybe the letters can help, but how to reach out? | Shall try zoom? | There is no freedom | ||||||||||||||||
16 | I feel no one really needs a double port. but that's the kind of judgement reserved for the old times. now? double? triple? who cares. go ahead, order the Creme de Menthe. no fucking standards anymore. | There | |||||||||||||||||||||||
17 | I'm Mary Jo Bob and me and SIster Sue, my best friend from when we were in preschool way back in the Great Depression together, well, we are coming in from our wonderful Sisters in Serious Senior Support Group gathering down at the church round the corner, you know, the one where the old Big Boy restaurant used to be before the 50s? And we are hungry for some real decent food. So, ok, we'll stop by. | So we are walking in, and this nice guy with the sweetest smile just pulls open the door for us, just like in the old days when we were all treated nice. I mean, yes, we are now 90 (or at least I am, Sister Sue won't admit to however many years she has). We tip our Easter Sunday hats at him (but I don't take mine off, because I have too many bobby pins stuck in the sides to keep it on). | Well, being as how there are a bunch of elephants right there at the head of the community table, and we don't speak elephant (Sister Sue once took a course in Spanish, you know, but she forgot most of that), we opt for a secluded side table with the cutest little green and white vines coming down from it. I asked Sister Sue if she ever did see elephants and letters at the same table, but she allowed as how she never had... | I get a White Harvey Wallbanger and Sister Sue gets a mint julep from that nice waiter fellow with his thick glasses. He seems just a bit preoccupied by the elephants, particularly as one of them keeps changing colors. He apologizes for not having any more menus, because somehow the letters have walked off the job and are demanding lunch. I asked Sister Sue if she ever did see the like of a letter strike, and she went on and on about how her cousin Maybella once dated someone who ran a post office strike in the 50s, but somehow that just does not see the same to me. | The nice waiter was delayed, so I went up to the kitchen counter and gave our order. SIster Sue had the ham hocks with peas, and I wanted chicken fried steak. I think the cook is deaf because Sister Sue got a bunch of hollyhocks nicely pureed in seaweed, and I got a wooden stake with some batter. I will allow that the fried batter was delicious, but the wood was quite tough. | I was still quite hungry after my stake.,which one of the elephants pointed out was part of their baobab salad, so I said, let's order a big dessert. Sister Sue agreed, and we got the whole platter of deserts. | Oh dear. the whole platter was three trays wide and took up all the space ont he table, and Sister Sue's nice hand-crocheted lace sleeves will never be the same after their encouter with the chocolate raspberry sauce. The sleepless letters did try to help, but I think they got more caffienated than ever before. | So we were still taking up table room as the elephants went outside for their salad and we just chatted nicely over the space between us with the nothing man. We thought we had seen him someplace before, but he assured us we were mistaken. | Somehow we got stuck with a $14,678.92 cent bill. We waved over the manager, who told us that he was so sorry, but the elephants, letters, and nothing man told the management to put their tabs on us. SIster Sue was so indignant that her Easter Hat swayed on her head as she told that manager what for. We ended up just paying for ourselves, but we did leave a nice tip for the waiter. And we are not sure we will be back here. I need a regular down home place, said Sister Sue as we left. These fancy joints give me a headache. | ||||||||||||||||
18 | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | he knows he thinks we can't order food. are we still here. are we ill. are we blight, carapace.. do you see us. do you see any of us. is there anyone to see us. is there anyone here to be seen. it's like this. the rest of the prison too. is there more. are we among them. he doesn't know anything. he's part of the problem. | channeling numbers, channeling paste: this is what it looks like in here. there are already too many dead. not enough food. no place to carry anyone. no one to come and get them. him. her. | |||||||||||||||
19 | We have been here all along. We have no need to arrive. We are everywhere. We are the letters, the phonemes, the graphemes, the ideograms, the kanjis of your language. | We do not sit. We commune. We change. We never even stand still. | We grok you. But only sometimes. | We entice the letters of each menu to join our dance, and now you have only empty table(t)s to per/use. | We are the sweetest sounds, the most dulcet of spaces. | we dont need caffiene or sugar. We take it intralinearly anyway. | We will now commence to haunt your dreams forever. | we are the bill. | |||||||||||||||||
20 | the community table eyes you with suspicion. open books are messy. open books overshare. GIVE US OUR SECRETS! the community eyes scream... | I expect to leave hungry. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
21 | Yes, I am human… mostly the regular sort: soft, porous, fragile, easily hurt, prideful. Vengeful. But only mostly. My secret is this: I age slowly, maybe I cannot die (the thought has changed everything). I have outlived my contemporaries to arrive here. | I arrive alone and reach feelings into the room like echo-location just in case the space... or even another being?... lets me ricochet off the wall; the soul. Mostly this doesn’t happen. But it did once. I am dressed for eternity: warm socks, traveller’s cape, binocular glasses; hair matted but twisted and woven into large, clumsy versions of the memento mori broach I made as a child from my mother’s hair. No one notices me. | The community table doesn’t call to me, but I don’t resist it either. I even place a flat, warm palm on its corner and hesitate as I am escorted into the room. I don’t fear being seen – it’s more likely I will go unseen and the waiter will never come. Best to establish residency in the Nook. I feel comfort knowing that I will exist for this meal as a glowing dot on a server’s duty device. I glow. They feel the pull of me. | I order the vintage bootlegged mescal in a plastic bottle – with rattlesnake. Also four tabs of LSD. The bottle arrives filthy, ready for forensics to pull fingerprints with only a piece of scotch tape. Almost too authentic – I’ve heard some of the more expensive items in the cellar are fake - but the acid will help. | While I wait to order my mouth fills with C#, bathwater, salt, vomit, copper buttons… It is so busy in my mouth I find it hard to think of food. As I think, I realize I’ve forgotten how to swallow… swaaaa. low… But I had written down my order in anticipation of this moment: a house specialty called laloura that is served as a small pile of blue powder and which expands to the size of a basketball with the texture of styrofoam and the taste of whatever you’re hallucinating. It’s a risk, but what gastronomy isn’t? Lunares. | Six hours – or maybe six days? - later I can hear the server asking about dessert. Bits of blue Styrofoam everywhere. Dessert? I focus. Yes. Yes… bring me pudding. I hope it makes me fat. Ove the years I have loved being fat. And loved being thin. My body is both suspicious miracle and hobby. I feel the changes in my body at a molecular level. It passes the time. | Here coffee and dessert are only to take the edge off. And, like all things taken by mouth, they turn the body into a clock. Before/During/after. Time is marked. Time passes. But if the horizon is long enough – and mine is - nothing changes. | I spoon pudding into my mouth and stare past the vine associated with my secluded nook to the communal table. My teeth still feel loose and I see flowers on the end of my fingers. This is one of the best parts of dinner and the only upside to not really being felt in the world, not the way I’d like. The best part about not being seen, about this moment is this: I watch you eating and practice falling in love. | I’m in no rush. I wait for the hallucinations to be truly done, for the practice to feel truly exhausted. I try not to dwell on my relationship to money, the temporal being so necessary to its enjoyment. I split the scene as I entered, sending small, unanswered signals into the world. | ||||||||||||||||
22 | A sort of human, formerly Julianne, now known as Jules (they/them), happy to have been invited to lunch. In my youth I worked for a spreadsheet inventor and two different spreadsheet making companies. But it is rare that I've seen one used to create a shared story. So that Deena can detemine which human I am, I usually wear a special hat (and for the clothing optional hot springs, I got this tattoo). | My savings have gone to pay for life saving medical procedures, so I have to work during lunch. (Actually I'm fortunate to have work right now, that is sort of needed.) I will lurk and listen and drink delicious mint tea. | "Jungle privacy" is good! I detect the presence of several poets. | Another mint tea would be perfect, thank you! Let me tell you about the time that Deena and my third wife got together and discussed neurotypicals, glancing over at me as an example, listing "our" vagaries. (She charmed my prosopagnosial first husband and wrote a sexy flash poem to my second spouse who visited her in the hospital in Melbourne ... but I digress ... ) | Does the menu offer new ways that humans and others can connect and work with each other? Art and connection coming before material objects and the faux beings called "corporations" and that tracking system that got out of hand, what's it called again? (Apologies to those outside the domains of fascism, for my brooding upon these questions.) The first step is restoring meaning to some of the words. | The first bite is always the best. So I nibble a bit of several different things. Speaking of discussion, let's think how to make the "physically distanced, psychically connected ELO 2020" include "meetings" that are challenging and provocative and perhaps even a bit healing. (and not TOO hammered by zoomfatigue) Which shapes / sprites will be viable beyond their first coruscations? | Another mint tea: here it comes! It is Deena's birthday on April 14th so perhaps something with candles in it? Sugar and fire and of course, breath ... all of us respirating together. (Those who breathe liquid methane have brought it with them.) | The world of "electronic literature" has brought me so much pleasure and adventure, along with sadness and failure (my own failure to finish projects and the lessons therefrom), but the profound joys are what I remember. Let's do this again! | (turns away, with a wave and a laugh) | ||||||||||||||||
23 | when you live a long time it's easy to think you're good at things. It's a conceit. but i still play at having talents... in this case observational skills. I watch the restaurant to see who strggles with the menu. I'm confident I know who has enough money to be here. That boy drinking mint tea? They order like they're struggling with money.. but that's a $30,000 tattoo..... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
24 | I am a a big hit recently, you might have heard of me already - coronavirus. | I arrive a bit late, alone, in my best attire on (you know, the one with fancy spikes) and to my great and unpleasant surprise everyone starts leaving, apparently in a hurry . | I love other organisms, preferably bigger, more meaty and smelly than me so I always want to join in whenever I can, but as I already said, everyone left in a hurry. So I'm waiting hambushed in those nice vine plants where no one could ever see me. Plants are much kinder to me. | Shiny polished bar! Yesss! it's where I thrive the longest! | Let my heart go wild... Hmm, a few nice ACE2 proteins would be delicious... | I don't do desserts. | I dream of any work of electronic literature that would confirm my fame. There's so much news coverage out there. in most cases they totally misunderstand me, they don't read me at all, not a tine bit, null. They've no idea how lonesome piece of RNA I am. I've heard there was this great poem inserted into a sequence of DNA - and I'm telling you, the time has coem for RNA now! | That's why I escaped from my hide (courtesy of bats, pangolins and human penchant for a weird diet) in hope that I'd finally get treatment I deserve. I'll mutate very quickly, I promise, manifesting many nice permutations of a poem. So why not to talk about it? Anyone? | I don't know about you, by I split by an enzym called Furin. | AN | |||||||||||||||
25 | I'm a virus of unknown provenance. My place of origin keeps being changed depending on whom you ask. However, as as result of this, I am able to provide very interesting lunch/dinner conversation! | I fear that by joining you I may present some kind of risk of contagion or of closure, and yet I persist. I clearly like people, all kinds of them! I also enjoy attaching myself to different parts of them. I'm being paid by all of the international governments, which are just throwing money at me. As a result, assuming you all decide to stay for this lunch, I am happy to pay for it. | I love communal settings! Unfortunately, my digital masking technologies, which enable me to increase my size to those of a normal human are a bit buggy today. I keep finding myself sized either too large or too small to join in easily with the conversation. | Water is fine for me; I gave up alcohol some time ago. | I'll have the flamingo tongues. My steady diet of bat intestine and human lung tissue gets so repetitive! | I feel like a natural conversation starter, so rather than engage in too much uncomfortable small talk, let's get right to the big questions: I may have been created by a Harvard bio-chemist, but if so, I'm still struggling to figure out what I may or may not have to do with 5G. For those who believe I may have something to do with vaping, I'm just going to come right out and say, "I think you may be right!" | Drugs? I really love them. In fact, there are few that I've met that I don't immediately absorb and destroy. This has been hard for me relationship wise. Are any of you married? | Have you read "Codependent No More?" I've heard it has a lot of good advice for those who are prone to overattachment and who struggle to maintain clear boundaries. I understand that many of you are annoyed with me and who/what/ever devious secret agents may have created me, but I'd still like to pose a few questions to the group: 1/ What are some of the things that you DON'T miss about unquanrantined life? 2/ While it is very easy these days to be negative about the near and medium term future, what positive changes might result from this time? 3/ Do you like my outfit? | You have to ask? | Johannah Rodgers | |||||||||||||||
26 | I'm an Avian with some Simian heritage. | Shall we talk about this issue of translation again? I understand that you thought it was possible to communicate via sounds were we to figure out some shared framework for understanding one another? | It is hard being a bird/monkey, but it also gives you lots of capabilities. Are you wearing a poncho? I fear my wings might not fit comfortably in one. Did you make it yourself? | I'm having a hard time not thinking of the spreadsheet as in some way a very tangible enactment of Romantic authorship. I feel enclosed by this cell, which becomes something like a blank palette for me to create on. It gets bigger as I type, making it seem that I may be becoming more interesting with the more I have to say! And yet once collapsed, these cells reveal only the first words of the transcription. I can't see anyone else in this exercise, which is making it feel very solitary as well. ****But look how I have entered this cell... Romantic authorship was always porous... the texts vulnerable to multiple points of entry. your cell was never safe from intruders. It was never yours**** | Now I'm imagining what it would be like if spreadsheet "cells" existed in oral conversations, kind of like the thought bubbles in comic strips. Would you like to be able to see everything you are saying? I used to think that would be quite ideal but now I don't know. The interface of texting has become so pervasive that I have no doubt that is probably part of what I'm thinking of as I write this. | Does this remind you of playing hopscotch? *Whack-a-mole?* | I'm listening to the birds singing through someone else's window. | ||||||||||||||||||
27 | We are a virus hunter duo extraordinaire., WE have fought many a valance valient battle withvirus. | We arrive silently in a shielded motorcycle, in hot pursuit of the corona virus....We brush off the waiter, as he will only delay our hunt. | We get out our size changing neets and we pace the resuarant refusing to sit down, waving our wands of nets, up and down, across and sideways. | We order rubbing alcohol with a side of toilet paper to wipe up those nasty bugs we see careening down the polished bar. | We order kneecaps an cartidge withg a fine sauce of mudpie. We tip our hats to the ladies behind the plants, and make sure they are safe from anything that wants to eat them. | We should have a large slab of rare prime rib for dessett. WWe need a creamy fat body to be satisfying. Too bad we werent able to save the cow from the mad cow disease before it was slow basted for 24 hours for us. | To ensure a thorough disinfection, we order enough whipped cream and beaten eggs to absorb any and all foul beasties infecting this place. We also get the dessert free because it is my birthday. | We linger looking longingly at the elephant's whipped cream, which being alien in nature, has no nasty bugs in it. Only a scared chocolate mouse. | While we don't expect prompt payment for our services, we are secretly hoping for a credit toward our future credit when we return. | ||||||||||||||||
28 | we're as alien we can get. in a small northern state. silenced. maybe eating not. not writing this. sondheim is. he really doesn't know us | when arrived. may be starving to death. out of sight mind.
there were protesters, heard them. didn't. one our guards drove through they didn't sit down. continued protesting. bones broken. the guard got off. still here. | . i'm lying. sondheim. at all. sitting eating. do eat. drink. degree zero. any description would lie. what he's talking about. wasn't there. writes inconceivable disasters. can't get rid privilege. his anguish is fake. | this "text." knows
thinks order food. are ill. blight, carapace.. you see anyone here seen. it's like rest prison too. more. among anything. part problem. yes, we. wants want suffer. | eat safe apartment. sequestered, quarantined. but has name and ignorance. should stop imagine goes on nothing someone coming. hears phone. answers. no that says 'stop it.' guilt too easy. work anything everywhere amerikkka people dying, hungry, being killed. how monet, seurat, trump. ruining lunch. | stopped by; selfish, only game play own. negative. another existence. excuse. unreason. thinks: 'we linger cause go anywhere.' | 'there's place anyway.' sees else below him.' hides, stops this, gives everything from column others. proportion dying plague, who receiving insufficient care - certainly us, or perhaps everyone. t | there's an urgency something imminent. urgency. so i think, shouldn't literally storm outside, roaring wind, rain. where fall. hunger medicine | pays bill? channeling ended. outside. worry about dying. return. one's state mind good. 'sondheim' dissolves narcissism. | ||||||||||||||||
29 | I think I'm supposed to be this table's waiter? I'm so confused. Was I supposed to work tonight? | I arrive late but ready to work. I'm just hoping that my boss won't fire me. Fortunately enough, I didn't have to work a shift tonight, but I realize that I'm quite hungry. | I decide to take a seat at the large community table in the center. I think to myself, "I have some extra cash available to eat here tonight. Maybe I'll meet some interesting people." | As a veteran of this establishment, I know all the right things to order. I even help some people at the table out with drink recommendations. For myself, I just simply order some water so I can save some money. | Food, however, is a different story. I order one of the best dishes the restaurant has to offer: the nachos. As strange as it sounds, the nachos here are the only thing worth getting. (and it's definitely not because it's the only thing I can afford...) | The debate with myself is over. Desert is a no go with my current financial predicament. | I quietly observe my company as they enjoy desert and coffee. | I spark some conversation with the people around me at the table. Most of the people here seem nice. | With the money I have, I can barely afford the bill. However, it appears it's already been payed for. I look around and I see my friend who I work with smiling at me. | ||||||||||||||||
30 | There's a question I've never been asked before. Hmmm, let me look in the mirror for a sec. I've never seen anyone like me. I guess that makes me an alien. | That's a relief. Then again, no restaurant is fancy enough to take my entire paycheck. Mostly because I don't have a job. But that's a problem for another time. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
31 | I feel alien all the time but I don't really know what I look like, but I can see people's reactions to me.I wonder what I am? Too bad, I don't care | I wanted to go to a fancy restaurant, but shucks can't afford it. Fine. I will eat the pasta | I don't want to talk to anyone. I hate people. | I'll stand at the bar and order my fancy. There is a game going on tonight anyways | They say anything but I know it's not everything | Chocolate Lava Cake. Duh! | I am people-watching. The guy next to me has milk on his moustache. | I will stay. Anyways there is no one at home waiting for me. | I pay the entire bill and tip. I mean I am alone. WHo else will pay? | ||||||||||||||||
32 | Should it matter? I am here to eat and to have a conversation, I think that should be the extent to which I am known. | It is strange how the most interesting conversations take place in the most casual settings while the most trivial conversations take place in the most formal settings. | Oh, how pleasant, everyone is here before me... its ok. I am more of a listener so I move to the fringes of the table only to be pulled into the center as it had one of the few remaining seats. | I will order drinks to the table because that is what everyone else is doing. Or so it appears. The real question is how much I want to drink in order to talk about things meaningfully in the future. | Anything and everything. A bold claim for a casual restaurant. I could order something eccentric but the poor chefs. I think I would rather go for a comforting sandwich and maybe some maccaroni and cheese. It is simple but, when done right, is phenomenal. | Desert should always be debated, it is the perfect end to a meal. In this case, desert should be a single slice of red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting with a crumb coated exterior. Call me old fashioned but it contains a quality that is final and signifies the perfect end to the meal. | Coffee dulls the mind. If I wanted it, I would have ordered coffee cake instead. I think I will settle for water. If anyone wants to debate on the merits of coffee, feel free. I will stay calm as you attempt to frantically spell out your argument. | Why not? This is just more time that I will be able to spend with all of you. In those exact moments, it is difficult to remember how much I wanted to linger in other social events slowly coming to close. | I arrived late. Was there already an agreement on who was paying? I pay for my bill and leave a generous tip because, let's face it, dealing with all of us was not an easy task. | ||||||||||||||||
33 | I am a defected pilot from the empire trying to lay low. I was about to be caught, but I saw the door open and came inside. I definitely look human, but a big scarf wrapped around my face makes it impossible to tell. You can only see my hazel eyes and baggy outfit. | I readjust my baggy outfit to try and pass for fancy clothes from another culture, but I don't really know what I'm doing. Is that Thanos over there? | No one appears to be waiting to give me a seat. It feels awkward for a moment, but I just wander over to the huge table in the center and find an empty seat between a bird person and floating prickly orb. "Hey how's it goin?" I ask. No one responds. They're all focused on either their food or some human across from me telling a story. | Someone spontaneously appears out of nowhere behind my shoulder and asks very politely if I would like something to drink. "I'll take a uh..." Everyone else seems to be sipping on teas, whiskeys, and poisons, but one person in particular is drinking the drink of my homeland. "I'll take a coke." | I quietly watch the other guests at the table while sipping my coke through a gap in my scarf. I feel a little bit safer here so I pull down the fabric to show the rest of my face. Suddenly a pair of huge humans jumps up and attacks my orb friend with wet napkins knocking over my drink onto my lap. The creepy waiter is back again asking what I want to order. "Napkins! I mean... Do you guys have vodka pasta?" | I continue listening to the story being told by the human across from me. The moment I finish my last bite of pasta, the waiter is back. "Oh my god! Can you please stop doing that?" He asks what I'll be having for dessert. I'm just about to get up and leave but at the door, two storm troopers walk in and start talking to the manager. "Tres leches please." I settle lower in my seat and cover my face again. | My mom used to always order coffee for some reason. The troopers are still talking so I just get the coffee to stay longer. On the first sip, I burn my fingers on the cup handle. This coffee is stupid hot. | Finally my coffee cools down enough for me to drink it one drop at a time. Thats when one of the troopers sits down next to me where the orb used to be and takes off their helmet. They shake my hand and we start up a conversation. | We trade stories and share jokes the whole night. People start getting up to leave and still this trooper hasn't figured out who I am. That's when the waiter appears again and gives me the recepit. The receipt has my name on it. I didn't even give them my name! I paid in cash! The trooper glances at the receipt and the color drains from their face. | Miguel | |||||||||||||||
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35 | I am a shape-shifter who can change into any living or mythical thing on earth. I have shape-shifted so many times that I have forgotten my original form. I suppose I was human though, since I can speak human tongues very fluently compared to the tongues of other species. | I am always overdressed because elegance is my lifestyle. A jacquard slip dress and a faux (because we are environmentally friendly) fur coat cover my current form and a studded necklace hangs around my neck. | I am the quiet type that needs talking around me, so it seems a little bit awkward. We all are of the same trade but awkwardly toss around conversation topics like introductions and the weather. | Many people make their way to the bar while I ask a waiter for a lemonade. I know I can't drink here. I have low tolerance, and if I get tipsy, I will loose current stable form and unpredictably shift. I remember last time I drank and accidentally shifting into something resembling a gargoyle. | In human form, meat is what makes my mouth water and belly rumble, so I decide to go the non-vegetarian route. I ask for some mushroom chicken, a chicken parm with garlic bread, some crab wontons, a quesadilla, and some chicken pizza. I know it seems like a lot, but I know for a fact they have very small portions. I would rather more option than more quantity of the same option. | I decide to go for chocolate fudge with chocolate covered strawberries, a slice of red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, and cinnamon buns. Everyone seems to be wondering how such a small person can eat so much, but I simply shape shift the extra weight away. | Everyone slowly loosens up and is in a pleasant conversation with those around. It seems like everyone is having a good time. It was an awesome networking opportunity, and many people have their next collaboration lined up. | We are dreaming about good food because that's the most that we can do during quarantine. | The ELO community has corporate sponsorers that have decided to pay for the banquet, so no one has to pay from their own pockey. | Tarini Gajelli | |||||||||||||||
36 | I am naught but a man. Not special enough to be noticed, nor pathetic enough to warrant pity. My name is never spoken, and interactions may as well be a myth. If my existence where to cease as soon as the final period in this paragraph was typed, the world would continue without missing a beat. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
37 | I am Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, and former lord of the Seven Kingdoms. I like to consider myself more like a god, thank you very much. Maybe I am, since I've already been killed by that wretched boar. But somehow I've ended up at this establishment with shapeshifters and aliens and even a virus??? What the... | I have no idea where I am, why I'm here. Mayhap this is the afterlife for heroes? May the Seven give me strength... | I like to consider myself friendly and charismatic. I attempt conversation, but there are some strange, silent types here. I talk to them, but I get no response. | Yes, I'd like some of your finest beer, please. That upstart Lancel has ruined wine for me forever...and that boar. | Let my heart go wild, you say? I would like to taste everything you have to offer. This food tastes different than Westerosi food... | I admit, I've been given a hard time for my weighty waistline. But no matter! Here, I am forever young. I would like some of that chocolate cake. T-Tiramisu? | This magical creation you call "coffee." Yes, I'd like a few more of that, please. | That is the question I've been asking myself all evening. What am I doing here? This must be a royal feast, to celebrate my arrival to the afterlife. Yes, that must be it. | HAha, wait, you expect me to pay for this? I am a king! I also carry no coin with me here in the afterlife. | Jennifer | |||||||||||||||
38 | I am your friend, you know everything about me already | And I have no money, but what is money anyways?? | Delicious! You know I am vegan and I find pothos particularly tasty. It's nice they offered something free to eat at this expensive place anyways. | Is there any free water I can drink? like, at the bottom of those plant pots over there? | you mean like... more food??? I'm already stuffed | no need for debates, you all know me so well anyways... you are all i need (plus, all those free plants!) | oh, well, ok, i'll drink your coffee, but remember, i have no money, ok? | well, i just ate part of the restaurant's decorations, what else could I say? | Ha! want a hug? | Alex S | |||||||||||||||
39 | I am a Khajit from Elsywere. My father was an Imperial Soldier. He died on the battlefield by a cowardly axe. I followed his footsteps; Now, I am an Imperial Honored Soldier. I write from Fort Dunstar which we have taken from the Rebel Warriors. My men and I have finished the battle victorious. General Tulius had send a personal letter to promote me to the rank of Legionnaire. I would be the first of my race to achieve a high rank in the Imperial army. I am excited about the ceremony of happiness tomorrow. Reinforcements would come with all kinds of pleasures. | I saw myself setting on the high table with Deena Larsen, Anna Nacher, Leonardo Flores, Erik Loyer, Caitlin Fisher, Jeremy Hight, Dene Grigar and many others. I was very inquisitive. Always trying to learn one thing about everything. | I asked Deena why A Modern Moral Fairy Tale consist of two genres in one: Fairy Tale fiction on the transitoire observable and code poetry offuscated in texte-auteur? She said, "it is a beauty of life. Life is not one way traffic. It has diverse dimensions." | I said, "you talked mothers' cares." She said, "yes!" Then, you remind me of my childhood upbring in the village, I shouted! She said, "Tell me your mother's cares." I said, "mothers especially in the village in Africa care for their children." | She said, "yes!" For example my mother who was teaching me as a little boy how to discern birds' communication with humans. When she sees birds clasping their wings, parching on trees severally in the morning. | She says, "see the birds are saying that we will have better opportunity and rejoice today". Whereas if they cry profusely, she says, "badluck, somebody will die today". Lo and behold, someone dies in the village. | Deena was curious to learn more about African culture especially my minority ethnic group from North-Eastern Nigeria. | By this time, I was tired. I ordered for fish pepper soup! I heard, the waiter saying "we don't sell fish pepper soup here in Orlando. Maybe, we should order it for you from one of the African Kitchens nearby". Uh! | Rachid Benharrousse | ||||||||||||||||
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41 | Not that anyone asked, but, I was human once. Then I was Dancer. Now I'm cake. | Looking around, it strikes me that maybe dispensing with all those fondant and frills earlier was a good idea. How embarassing to be caught here, draped in buttercream lattice that crown of frosted flowers! So glad I decided to go with this simple green drapey number which, bonus, HAS POCKETS! | I roll in, reminding myself to be chill and play it cool. I catch sight of a single crowded table in the center of the room. Maybe I'll work my way there as the night goes on, but for now the pathos vines offer some coverage that, for all my usual complaints about my frosted flower crown and its attendant fondant foliage, promises a level of coverage I'm actually really missing. | Oh thank goodness! A BAR! I need something to hold, something to do with my hands so I can take them out of my pockets and look like the absolute slice that I am instead of some awkward white tween! I pivot in that direction, and am disappointed that this place doesn't have a better selection of craft beers on draft. Luckily, their bottle game is on point, and I'm armed with a Monday Night "Dust Bunny" in no time. Honestly, this beer is so good, I might even forgive the bartender for allowing his finger to graze the back of my hand in a subtle-as-a-brick attempt to sneak a taste. Rude. | A waiter finds me, safely ensconsed behind a vine, beer in hand, perusing a menu. We exchange a look of recognition: he's cake too. I ask about the sushi and he steers me away -- everything is good, but the real winner here, he says, is the aggessively hipster bar-food (once you get past the hipster of it all, of course). Can't argue with that logic, so it's this place's re-invention of grilled cheese for me and I am HERE FOR IT! | Sounds of a debate from the center table reach me: dessert? I mean...obviously. Now is my time. I join them. | After the expected and shared awkwardness of everyone realizing I'm cake wears off, I find that my comrade-in-fondant has taken care of me once again; at my place, a deep Cuban colada, the likes of which I've never seen outside Miami, greets me, alongisde a chocolate lava cake, modestly dusted with powdered sugar, topped with a single perfect raspberry. | My lava cake and Colada long gone, I wonder if I should stay. Losing some of my chill, though...so probably time to roll out. | I have no money, but it's no problem: I'm cake. | Sarah Laiola | |||||||||||||||
42 | Chipmunks, skunks, bluebirds through my window | I fire up the stove, picking the dryest sticks from underneath the cedar trees. Smoke fills the air. My thoughts begin to wander. | On the dusty ground, ants galore, mosquitos swirling around me. Flames flaring up and down, crackling wood, sparks shooting through the mellow evening sky. | Neighbours handing craft beer across the fence; duly distanced but closer nonetheless... | mashmallows and Celebration cookies for dessert - the jumbo ones. | ||||||||||||||||||||
43 | A tiny Nothing | Wishing for tiny Somethings | Circled by tiny Chumthings | Thirsting for tiny Rumthings | Starving for tiny Yumthings | Thinkthings | Things done, things go | Things think to an end | A tiny nothing | Ashley Muniz | |||||||||||||||
44 | Perhaps I am you? Please accept this sincerest flattery: I've come to your party dressed as Echo, and so I must mockingbird an introduction overheard from another guest, at random: this seems blank, yes? no? is anyone here? | If I had to sum up the venue up in phrase... it would be: * yes? * restaurant. Not terribly profound, perhaps, but it is the word I chose, so I'll stand by it... until I change it. | As we sit down, I see V Look Up, then Split. That's our code, I suppose -- there is kind of formula to these arrivals and departures. | After a Query about the specials we order the Unique house well drink, 'Con Cat', as the locals say, and Count A has one sent from the bar with Indirect regards. | What a selection! Why, the menu alone is a feast of words! So hard to choose, but the best candidates, considered first to last. * * Be: But By Change Chose, Had I I I I'Ll If In Is It It It. It... Perhaps, Phrase... Profound, Restaurant. Not So Stand Sum ... and so on.... | Dessert? (Something to close a Parenthesis in things?) A few things seem appropriate as the Proper Last Word of the evening--perhaps... Departures. Regards. Last. | Guess I'll be ordering the Last. | Chatting about life? I'm up to an Array of things. I try to convey it simply, but so much lies behind each Expression. After all: I've come to your party dressed as Echo. | Why split the scene, when you can s/p/l/i/t the s/c/e/n/e ? | Jeremy Douglass | |||||||||||||||
45 | Clunch retro diaspora. | Loop spigot clone. | Root valence node. | Mountain moon lichen. | Salient torsion root. | Crone incipient brochure. | Foot food fad. | Neo retro. | Corrosion ingestion. | ||||||||||||||||
46 | I'm a nervous rescue dog tagging along with a scholar | First time at a place like this. I'm the only one not wearing clothes. Surprised they let me in. Lots of new smells. Are some of them food? | No one's peed in these plants. I consider being the firts but the other guests pull my leash | I'm good with water | A whole chicken for sure. Some raw carrots and bread crusts. My favorite! | Of course, how about some melting ice-cream on the floor. Don't forget the cookie cone on top | No thanks. I'm already nervous all the time as it is. | Time for a nap under the table. | Pay? Don't look at me. | EO | |||||||||||||||
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