BENAZIR BHUTTO: Flores para los muertos.

—– IF THIS HAD BEEN A REAL EMERGENCY    ——-

Blanch! Darling, another mint…. feel my left breast. It’s not normal, is it? Is it?  How would you know? Poor dear. I did not mean it like that.

—- WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES  —-

It isn’t enough to be soft. You’ve got to be soft and attractive. And I- I’m fading now! – Have you been listening to me ? – I never listen to you when you are being morbid!

———— DON’T TOUCH YOUR DIAL ————-

BLANCHE: Gracious! STELLA: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby… [She smiles to herself.]
BLANCHE: I guess that is what is meant by being in love….
[Stella looks up with a radiant smile.]
Stella–STELLA: What?

———    DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SCREEN  ——–

BLANCHE [in an uneasy rush]: I haven’t asked you the things you probably thought I was going to ask. And so I’ll expect you to be understanding about what I have to tell you.

…. IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU …

STELLA:What, Blanche? [Her face turns anxious.] 

BLANCHE:Well, Stella–you’re going to reproach me, I know that you’re bound to reproach me–but before you do–take into consideration–you left! I stayed and struggled! You came to New Orleans and looked out for yourself. I stayed at Belle Reve and tried to hold it together! I’m not meaning this in any reproachful way, but all the burden descended on my shoulders.

STELLA: The best I could do was make my own living, Blanche.
[Blanche begins to shake again with intensity.]

BLANCHE: I know, I know. But you are the one that abandoned Belle Reve, not I! I stayed and fought for it, bled for it, almost died for it!

— YOU TOUCH THAT DIAL AND YOU DIE -DO YOU HEAR ME? —

The Tarantula arms, That’s where I brought all my lovers. So many victims.

———     SORRY TO INTERRUPT THIS SHOW    ————-

Do not look that way. No, no, your other left.  Ignore this. Go away. Go, go away, it is bad.

—– IF THIS HAD BEEN A REAL EMERGENCY    ——-

 OH NO! Not here again! 

 Flores por las muertes.

Flores por las muertes. 

STELLA! STELLA!

——-    DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SCREEN  ———–

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What is about to come forth from my pen is not in my power to halt. Another nail into the coffin of Islam. This must stop.

The great spirit warriors are gathered together on the ether in this moment. The whispers are heavy. The vibe does not bode well for Muhammad’s beast-masters. The Holy ones speak with each other & to The Great Muhammad, himself. He is devastated.

Jesus, Mary, Mother of God, doesn’t anybody speak love with a Muslim tongue? The only God there is, is God. God sings a joyful song. 

Hey you! Yeah, you!  You can heal this. Lay hands over our wounds…

… The dark turned into black pitch of tarred souls unfed, when suddenly, ruby-rose fluorescent rays pierced the make-believe heavens. And then there was light

Flores por las muertes … Flores por las muertes …

 

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