Describe the actions/actors. The scene. The mood.
Dissect the scenes. Pull out the themes. Break and un-break the things by writing within the thing.
How much of the experience is the aftermath? The after after all is the future past perfected.
These queer Irish performers. This queer Irish performance. So much of the experience unknowable without context/history/language.
The performance still unfolds in the after.
A schema of crema. Fraiche ideas for beutiful boys.
They tell me white on white colonialism is even more fun. Absent a racial component the oppression/suppression is unobscured. Pure in its architecture. The personal prefecture of power.
She asks if it is possible to be both pure and sullied all at once. I answer taint the saint and she'll still save ya.
Oh mary mary quite contrary do you love me so?
A small pattern of pain marks the border between past and present.
Her nails curled up and peeled back from her fingers revealing nascient claws growing from her bloody finger tips. She shook her hands violently tossing the molted nails and blood aside.
A museum of cunts. The cunts in the basement. The base of the museum. A foundation of cunts. Cunts under the mews. Cunts the muse. Guardians of the partriach's gates. Through the cunt they all must pass. Man and woman to enter the corrupted temple to Rome.
A collection of cunts clamoring at the gate.
Welsh sex workers unite the miners in the land of love. Emerald smiles. Desperate whites. All pats in play. They kill the Leprechaun. Take back the Zombies. An ontological Gaelic. The colonial experience all in white. Gwelga. Walk the imaginary line.
Undo the erasure of the body from the language. Unmake the church and state. Property and borders become extremes of dark and light. Saint Patrick, a Welsh sex worker, came back and fucked the island into submission.
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