i can't find a chalkboard or any chalk. ok...? | i thought maybe i'd find something in a school but i don't know this city too well and didn't know where to look. | well, i seem to recall hearing something about schools being used as makeshift emergency wards and eventually, morgues. | why would they have needed so many morgues, i wonder. i wonder. | i don't think i want to go poking around any morgues. no, i wasn't a big fan of school the first time 'round. | what? what..? anyway, you could probably make your own if you're that keen. the hardware store is a bit of a walk but it's not too far. | ...why a chalkboard? when you told me to go forth and multiply the other day, it got me thinking about my time at primary school and writing out my times tables. | to be fair, what i actually said was "fuck off and die!" of which your very presence suggests that you have been able to achieve neither. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
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Mad donkey props to those who understand what I'm talking about.
They were for some university play written by a "visionary" first year drama student. No one picked them up so ... all yours.
To infinity and meow!