Vogeler and The Mexican Fellow

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'''Unwashed Masses:''' '''Unwashed Masses:'''
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: But seriously, you should think about your soul. Think about the Gove Desert. When a sinner plants his seed, God thinks, here is a man who can clean up after my pale-skinned and blessed children. Because after the party of inter-mixing is accomplished, we will need a fire. : But seriously, you should think about your soul. Think about the Gove Desert. When a sinner plants his seed, God thinks, here is a man who can clean up after my pale-skinned and blessed children. Because after the party of inter-mixing is accomplished, we will need a fire.
:''(here is where we need the froth of tones, the froth of mankind, the mocha froth of mankind)'' :''(here is where we need the froth of tones, the froth of mankind, the mocha froth of mankind)''
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: ''(in his first appearance, bellows)'' : ''(in his first appearance, bellows)''
: I am full of the people. I vomit people, I am so full. If you could extract the people -- one by one -- from the elaborate redescription of my paw than you can find the RickShaw Code, obedient tho you must be to discover it's ultimate secret -- a secret so astounding that even daughters of the revolution will lift their skirts to it, raising simultaneous East Coast eyebrows/infections -- most of them waxed, apparently. : I am full of the people. I vomit people, I am so full. If you could extract the people -- one by one -- from the elaborate redescription of my paw than you can find the RickShaw Code, obedient tho you must be to discover it's ultimate secret -- a secret so astounding that even daughters of the revolution will lift their skirts to it, raising simultaneous East Coast eyebrows/infections -- most of them waxed, apparently.
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'''The Spine:''' '''The Spine:'''
-:Bitches! I eat turds like you for breakfast. I saw you once, dangling, and I cut the thread."+:Bitches! I eat turds like you for breakfast. I saw you once, dangling, and I cut the thread.
== See Also == == See Also ==
-[[The Farmer Diary]]+----
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 +* [[The Farmer Diary]]
-[[Steven Vogeler]]+* [[Steven Vogeler]]

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A short exerimental drama by Steven Vogeler, performed several times at The Pocket Sandwich Theater in Dallas, Texas. The narrative, as such, is delivered through the disjointed rambling of a fevered cashier working in a white-supremacist supply store. The text was printed in the 27th issue of Reticent 27, second series, as The Ongoing Adventures of a Man And His Country, Both Entirely Hi-Jacked.

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Vogeler:

Behold, I have come among you, and have found you wanting.
Wanting for a bath, that is.

Unwashed Masses:

(murmuring incosolately)
But seriously, you should think about your soul. Think about the Gove Desert. When a sinner plants his seed, God thinks, here is a man who can clean up after my pale-skinned and blessed children. Because after the party of inter-mixing is accomplished, we will need a fire.
(here is where we need the froth of tones, the froth of mankind, the mocha froth of mankind)

Vogeler:

O' Poobish Ones, ye who would be deceived, whose heads are unprotected from dreaded shedding, I ask you -- ye who even now assemble before me, querying. It is you to whom I speak, just stop querying ad infinitum.
(runs to waiting car or, alternately, into the famed Austrian stage-drama, A Mule With Four Sticks)

Poor Man's Rickshaw:

(in his first appearance, bellows)
I am full of the people. I vomit people, I am so full. If you could extract the people -- one by one -- from the elaborate redescription of my paw than you can find the RickShaw Code, obedient tho you must be to discover it's ultimate secret -- a secret so astounding that even daughters of the revolution will lift their skirts to it, raising simultaneous East Coast eyebrows/infections -- most of them waxed, apparently.

The Spine:

Bitches! I eat turds like you for breakfast. I saw you once, dangling, and I cut the thread.

See Also