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By Misti Date: 2003 Oct 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.02.20.44.28863]] |
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I am wooden and lifeless on the stage. The lights are not flattering. If the audience is murmuring their concern I am deaf. The puppet master dangled me and gave me spastic dance moves and the world delighted in my mangled brightly painted distress. Now the demonic manipulator is gone and the strings have been cut. I guess he found a better job with Disney. What else can be said of a lifeless pile of wooden bones? No spirit to lift me. No blue fairy to wave her wand and transform me into a real live girl. I am proof that puppets can feel everything and cannot do a damn thing about it. |