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picture this:
you’re in small road talking to a friend under a lamppost (nothing romantic about it except the lamppost itself); A noise catches your attention. You turn around and there’s a ball of fur, the size of a dog, which looks exactly like a person dressed up as a dog, rummaging through the trash. Then you look more closely and it’s actually a dog.
well, that really makes me laugh.
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why would i do such a thing?
why would I write a prank obituary on a neighborhood website for a cat that never existed? why would i wanna make up details of how it died, of the car that hit it and about the man that finished him with a stick, and about how the whole neighborhood loved it, and about how sad and heartfelt the ceremony will be? Why?
It’s very simple. Because it makes me laugh to see it published togetehr with all the other news, and it doesn’t hurt anyone. And laughing is healthy.
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I am hiding from all my friends, starting … now!
that way I can begin writing my opera, called Gustavo Cuordimele. It’s a medieval musical about this dethroned prince who wanders around in the European Middle Ages. Lots of tapdancing, choirs, and flips in the air. Daniel will be the first dancer and choreographer. Love, of course. Hatred and murder. Lots of medieval fruits, such as apples. it’s not fame i’m after. I want to write a show i can dance to from the beginning to the end.
