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This is what happens when I’m walking down the street. And why I can’t stop laughing, in case anyone wants to know. Little dialogues, like this:
“I'm just wondering when the time for wandering will waft my way again. “
“I find that attitude abysmal . Get a life and a career happening, says Mum. Don’t you dare have sex, or even think about it or I’ll make you eat the baby.”
They have character voices too, don’t forget, that’s often what gets me laughing.
“Um, I’m sorry. I just thought you were pouring crap on me.”
“If you don’t eat it. You’re going to have to do something with its crap.”
“Stop eating babies!”

It is just really weird stuff.
“That’s not a good one is it? Little lamb on the spit.”
“Mate, you go too far.”
“If you mate with me, my Mum will make you… you know.”
“Stop it. You’re asking for trouble.”

“Oh. That’s right. You’re the force of good and I’m the bad apple eh? Well I’ll make a drink out of that fermenting fruit and sell it to all those well wishers out there.”
“Stop arguing with me. I want you to understand where we are coming from. I want you to see why it is that we earn and you burn.”
“Which part of that made sense to you?”

And sometimes, I just listen in haphazardly to things going on around me and draw them with my pen. Not listening through my ears, but listening in another way. Does this help or hinder my play? I wonder. Hmm. Grin to the point of grit and spit away. I find it funny. If you don’t, I think you’re silly to judge me for hearing and seeing such things. If there’s no use for them, why are they there? For me to twiddle my thumbs with? Don’t make a monster out of me and I won’t make a monster out of you. I'm just here to see what exactly it is people want me to do. And if you fck with me, guess that's going to come back in my art. So, here's a nice little scene for you eh? Let's not try to burn the which again.