Thank you Knockback Nats, Karen Wesdorp, Michael Burch,Nicholas Sweeney, mom, my Aunt, and numerous other people from downtown Cincinnati for your contributions to my Chicago Forest Fund (CFF) to see Ellen Fund! I appreciate all the help I’ve received and will receive on my road to Ellen! I’d also like to thank the Cincinnati Fringe Fest and The Know Theater for giving me a taste of what’s to come!!!
To the one mean women of my past few days, who pretentiously accused me of not being a true supporter of the art’s, and simply an attention whore, I hope you find much success and happiness in your life! The entire time you were fumbling to make a point, at times insulting my T-Rex chain, I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about important stuff! Important stuff like the American education system, which obviously needs to be reformed because you’re a by-product of it! Important things like evolutionary mechanics. Honestly people like you make me question just how important intelligence really is to the procreation of our species! Important things like why you’d hide your lovely figure behind such an awfully dreadful dress/curtain! T-Rex took offense to what you said, but then some chick started making out with him and he forgot all about it, BITCH! Ya that’s right, I just called this evil women a bitch for being mean to T-Rex! I meant it in a bad way, not in the you’re cool way! Thus out of our lovely conversation I present to you…
“Why Doth a Playwright Write?”
Why doth a playwright write? Curiosity lived out the pen’s delight? Is it right to write and accept what is written to be something worthy of one smitten? What is proper in the articulation of life distraction as a mechanical contraption transcribes a soul’s secrets, the life transposed confides and defines the essence of lives beautiful bribes? Why doth a playwright write? Bringing fourth intangible experiences and neuron interpretation of our senses, generating symbolic relics, which mean nothing without an other to bother a brother, a mother, or some other form of genetic combination capable of comprehending all that transcends from one so condescending? Who defines art, where doth thy pin point place that dart? Of that word, that nasty art word, I truly believe to define it is absurd. For when you constrain expression, that is simply a recipe for deception. For when you define expression, you bring fourth an undeserving oppression. You nip thy loins of transgression, forcing countless untested and unseen unknowns into regression. For you to say that art is defined by rules, is like me deciding rocks aren’t tools! You’re a bitch and T-Rex doesn’t like you!
I’m glad I got that out my system! With this I say to all the artist of the world, and everyone is both an artist and a work of art given the “right” perception, don’t let someone rain on your parade! If what you do makes you happy, if it allows you to communicate concepts, if it helps define who you are, then keep doing it! I also recommend you don’t talk shit about my T-Rex! If he eats you, who am I to stop him?