I'm Latigo Flint, the greatest quickdraw the world has ever known. I can draw, aim and fire a six-gun faster and straighter than anyone, living or dead. If I had been born 150 years earlier, I'd have been a living god in the American West - but I wasn't, and that's the dern, cursed luck that I have to live with. Blogger.com has agreed to publish a running journal of my life. I reckon that was mighty kind of them, and I'm much obliged.
Purple Scars -- A Very Short One-Act Play
posted by Latigo Flint @ 11:42 PM
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9 Comments:
Oooo, Latigo. You should get that looked at.
I don't think that's supposed to be purple.
It was a one eyed flying purple people eater.
I am not lying when I say that I have seen and read plays that are much worse than this one.
I can see Sir Anthony Hopkins playing that part.
Masterful! Moving! Truly a triumph of minimalism.
I suppose purple is more romantic than saying it looked like earthworm roadkill. Which is what my appendectomy scar looks like. I feel comfortable enough with you to tell you that.
You offering your inspection services Wulf?
Well, really more throbbing than flying Peter, but close enough I say.
By which I can infer you've also read better plays Trevor? Very well, back to the drawing board.
Interesting LBB, I guess I can see that. But for me it's always been Ron Perlman or no one at all.
Thank you very much Solace Layfield.
Economy of thought I always say. Or, sometimes say anyway. Okay, I've been known to say it once or twice. Fine, maybe this is the first time I've ever said it, but I've thought it to myself plenty of times.
Amandarama, girls who are comfortable enough with me to share information like that really turn me on. Then I grunt hysterically and try to lick their necks. And then they aren't comfortable with me anymore.
(I lead somewhat of an incredibly lonely existence.)
Darn. I was hoping to be able to dramatize this with my class, if not for the creeping symbology within.
Thhanks for posting this
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