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Worthy

(Pepper – by Vroenis)

vroenis
January 6, 2009
This piece is not a part of my current project, The Beast Called Horror, and has been adjusted out of the date-range of the other works. It was originally written on February 20, 2009. Stanly "Artgerm" Lau's Pepper is a wonderful phenomenon. Created to experiment and express various art-styles, s...
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*White hall

vroenis
September 1, 2008
A plain hallway Long White walls Then a door on my left Some kind of bar or club Moderately loud music Laughter, chatter Paranoia I hear my name only I can't distinguish it from the noise Again, louder And again, I turn my head A young woman moves towards me with a bottle in each…
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Mercy Street

vroenis
August 6, 2008
If I were to pray, I would pray to Anne. Maybe Sylvia, maybe Virginia. These would be like mothers, these gods. And their children would be sent to help me. Peter, Elizabeth, Paul, Susanna. I would tell them all the secrets that I keep from my doctors, From my parents, From my lovers, From my&hel...
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*Falling Fallen Boy

vroenis
July 19, 2008
I and perhaps five others Standing down in the valley of grey sand and red rock Some kind of night though the red cliff walls are lit by eerie light A conversation I cannot follow With no understanding of why we are here Or indeed who these people are I am included though as they…
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More self indulgence

vroenis
September 15, 2007
Dimness Room lit by the blue hue of the television Click click at the electronic game Processes of response, hand-eye co-ordination Feedback loops Shifting colours The sound of lazy footsteps Pause button Turn - Can't sleep. Shuffle shuffle shuffle Weight heavily down into the couch -- I can stop...
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Part 3 | Indulgence

vroenis
August 22, 2007
Part 1 | Part 2 Sitting together Leaning against the three-seater Staring at the blank television The dim apartment Nothing talk Nothing talk that feels so warm Feels so right - Really? -- Yes. Pause - Really? -- Yeah. Yes. I said yes. I give a soft laugh Your smile I've lost count I'm glad…
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Rheya

vroenis
July 22, 2007
Night Bedroom Awake Awake Awake Blank Market Street Park dimly lit by street-lamps at its edges Inhale Exhale The long walk home Two days Daytime fatigue Living-room couch Blank The Windows Jesus. Disorientation Hang-on a second, don't try and get up right away. - What time is it? External or Con...
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The first with a name

vroenis
June 20, 2007
We have three figures The mother The elder son The younger daughter The mother is represented by a woman in her early forties The son eleven The daughter eight They live in a shattered house surrounded by a shattered neighbourhood Decline is evident in the buildings The stones themselves lean int...
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*The end of the illusion

vroenis
April 10, 2007
- Mummy mummy wake up! She won't behave - Mummy mummy mummy! She's never done this before - Mummy mummy mummy wake up I want to go to the zoo! Oh god - Mummy mummy! Not the terrible twos again - Mummy mummy it's time to go to school! What? - Mum? - What? -…
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*Soup cycle

vroenis
April 1, 2007
- What's that for? - Safekeeping. - What? I don't understand. - Nevermind. Begin with a young man Memories of his birth Youth Trauma And then insomnia A youth with no name for his common story Visions of his own death A scene neither tragic nor ordinary Nevertheless the sense of life suspended in...
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