

EmptyYou were a rough silhouette cast by the bare bulb above, apologies tacked crudely to your stained t-shirt. The sticky, matted hair atop your slumped head poorly contrasting the vacant eyes youd fixed on the solitary brass casing ornamenting the tile by your feet.Empty
What a fucking mess youve made.


OpportunityOpportunityOpportunity
Man 1 is in his early to mid thirties, clean shaven, dressing the part of an aspiring corporate lackey. He has an air of disappointment with his life but attempts to hide it through being overly boastful of his limited achievements.
Man 2 is of the same age, perhaps slightly younger. He is professionally dressed yet still maintains an air of individuality and eccentricity. He often comes across as if he’s always in control.
[Lights are off, an emergency light flickers from the back wall]
[Man 1 is pushed on stage, bound


Summer: Set 011. How I yearn for it; the clean, crisp feel of summer on my eager face.Summer: Set 01
2. Cramped in this clutter I watch as the breeze breezes by; more free than myself.
3. Many beams of sunlight arrested by the window can never find me.
4. Countless shades of green, together by simple fate
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In this clip, theres 13 ways to say you're fucking sorry
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Poke me.
I dare you.
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Thanks for the
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