So I'm in a talent show inside a very crowded venue, a kind of amphitheatre setting. People are singing, dancing, juggling; the usual stuff. And I await my turn to be on stage. My family is in the audience: husband, mom, dad, brothers, friends, colleagues. The lights come up, applause echoes across the stage, and the cute little girl who sang before me is ushered off stage by the MC. My turn.
I get up on stage. The lights focus in my face; I can't see the audience, but slight silhouettes. And I brandish a kitchen knife. Say a few words (that I can't recall) about how my religious beliefs dictate I do this to show you how much God loves you, and hold the knife to my throat. And slice. People cheer.
Now for some stupid reason, I can't continue the slice. So I get through a few inches, including my jugular, on the left side of my throat. Blood spews out of my throat. I drop the knife. And choke. Typical movie stuff. Gushing blood, choking, garbling noises. It was quite dirty and disgusting. But I don't die. And nobody offers any help. They just continue to clap and cheer.
After several minutes of nasty gushing, I'm ushered off stage to booming applause and my wound scabs over. I'm fine.
Talent show. Couldn't finish my talent.
HA!
No, I don't want to kill myself.
So there.
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1 comment:
The life of an artist is often thankless and when we spend so much time trying to please others with our endeavors we strangle the intent of our work in the first place. We do things to amuse and impress those that may only notice if we make a spectacle and shock them into watching. Then what? Nice dream, ya psycho ;)
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