i am no prophet

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SCENE 4

Reformatory--a corridor. --DIETHELM, REINHOLD, RUPRECHT, HELMUTH, GASTON, and MELCHIOR.

DIETHELM: Here's a twenty-pfenning piece.

REINHOLD: What of it?

DIETHELM: I put it on the floor. You all stand round it in a circle. The one that hits it first, gets it.

RUPRECHT: Aren't you joining in, Melchior?

MELCHIOR: No, thank you.

HELMUTH: The Joseph!

[FOOTNOTE: Reference is to Genesis, Chapter 39. Five more biblical allusions follow in Melchior's speech: two from Genesis, Chapter 19, one from Chapter 38. Abishag will be found in I Kings 1, Vashti in the apocryphal book of Esther, Chapter 1. Obviously all the boys have a secondary school background--which is also clear from their cry of : Summa cum laude!]

GASTON: He couldn't, oh, no! He's here for a vacation!

MELCHIOR: [To himself.] It's not smart for me to stay out. They all watch me. I'll have to join in. You crack up if they don't. --They're killing themselves, that's what prison's done for them. --If I break my neck, good. If I make a getaway, also good. I can't lose. --Ruprecht is getting to be my friend. He knows the ropes here. --I'll reward him with the story of Tamar, daughter-in-law of Judah, Moab, Lot and his daughters, Queen Vashti, Abishag the Shunammite . . . He has the sorriest face in the outfit.

RUPRECHT: I've got it.

HELMUTH: Here /I/ come!

GASTON: Day after tomorrow maybe.

HELMUTH: Look! --Now! --O God, O God . . .

ALL: Summa cum laude! Summa cum laude!

RUPRECHT: [Taking the coin.] Thank you very much.

HELMUTH: Give it here, you bastard.

[FOOTNOTE: The boys masturbate. The aim is to ejaculate and hit the coin with the sperm. Ruprecht claims to have hit it first but Helmuth disputes the claim.]

RUPRECHT: You pig!

HELMUTH: You jailbird!

RUPRECHT: [Strikes him in the face.] There!

[He runs away.]

HELMUTH: [Running after him.] I'll kill him!

THE REST: [On their trail.] After him! Give it to him! Get going! Get going!

MELCHIOR: [Alone, turning toward the window.] --That's where the lightning conductor comes down. --You have to wrap a handkerchief around it. --When I think of /her/, the blood rushes to my head. And Moritz--It's as if I had lead in my shoes. --I'll go to a newspaper office. "Pay me by the hundred, I'll sell papers--collect news--write--local stuff--ethical questions--psycho-physical . . ." It's not so easy to starve any more. Luncheonettes, temperance cafes. --The building is sixty feet high and the stucco's coming off . . . She hates me--she hates me because I took her freedom away. Whatever I do about it now, it remains rape. --I can only hope, gradually, over the years . . . In one week's time it's a new moon. Tomorrow I'll grease the hinges. By Saturday I must somehow find out who has the key. --Sunday evening, during the service, a cataleptic fit--God grant no one else falls sick! --It all stretches out before me as if it had already happened. I can get over the window sill without trouble--swing--hold--but you have to wrap a handkerchief round it. --Here comes the Grand Inquisitor.

[Exit left. Enter DR. PROCRUSTES at right with a LOCKSMITH.]

DR. PROCRUSTES: . . . I know the windows are on the fourth floor and that nettles have been planted underneath. But do degenerates care about nettles? --Last winter one climbed out of a skylight on us, and we had all the trouble of picking him up, carting him off, interring him . . .

THE LOCKSMITH: Do you want the grating of wrought iron?

DR. PROCRUSTES: Wrought iron, yes. And, since it can't be set in, riveted.

hay guys hay

I'm not entirely sure what this Dreamwidth business is all about. Also where are the layouts? Come on, Internets, don't disappoint.

SO GUYS

JESSE L MARTIN IS FROM VIRGINIA

AND

GUESS WHO I SAW AT THE MALL TODAY

( CUT FOR EPIC AMAZINGNESS )

I JUST SAW OLD SPRINGS PIKE

OMFG. O. M. F. G.

Okay so it was like an hour of standing around in this line at first while we watched them walk around on stage and set up after Hoots & Hellmouth did. They had a pretty good crowd there to see OSP including this birthday party. OKAY OKAY LET ME JUST SAY I LOVE HEATHER ROBB because when we were standing there foreverrrrr I was craning to see the stage where they were walking around and Heather looked up. I'm pretty sure she wasn't looking at me, but when she glanced up, she made a sort of "aww that's adorable" face and then BLEW AN AIR KISS. I DON'T CARE IF IT WASN'T DIRECTED TO ME IT WAS STILL AMAZINGLY ADORABLE.

Omfggg it was amazing. My pictures are crap because my camera is crap and even after I put in new batteries it was all OMFG THE BATTERIES ARE DYING but I tried. They were totally lolz and for the first two songs I was still like.. no I'm not really here. I have died. I am hallucinating. It wasn't until the banter really started that I knew for sure and omfg holy crap.

There were people dancing up in front and I soooort of wanted to join them but kind of not since they were all together, but Wray and I had snagged one of the very few tables and after 53920483 tall people stood in front of me, I wound up having to stand where I was anyway. So I danced in place for all of the songs. :| At one point it looked like James Smith was staring at me as I mouthed along with What If Waltz (OMFGGGGGGGGG AMAZING). And Little Bug and Your Lie, omfg I love those songs. It was the first time I heard Breath and Sound, so that was pretty awesome with Heather on piano. I was still pretty sure that I was not alive, at that point, since it came early in their set.

Just... Unbelievable. Afterwards, I saw all the kids from the birthday group get up and go backstage to talk to them, so I decided I could do that too, and I just sort of glomped onto their group. I didn't get to talk to OSP or anything while I was back there, but I waited until the birthday group was leaving the walkway when Smith said we shouldn't talk so loudly by the stage. And I wound up walking EXTREMELY close to them. I felt very small, srys, they're all pretty big. I also felt pretty young, idk.

So I was kind of bummed about not getting a picture or being able to talk to them in there, and I was sort of wondering what I should do. That's when Wray was like HERE I'LL HELP and he just went up to Heather (who was talking to someone, the guys were elsewhere) and poked her before I could stop him. I'm pretty sure Heather thought I was 12. But she turned around and took my hand and like, gave me a hug and HELD MY FACE and told me I was lovely. And she was soooo sweet and nice. She was all OMG YOU DROVE TWO AND A HALF HOURS????? and signed my autograph book thing I brought and I HAVE A PICTURE WITH JUST HER, then she took me over to the guys and I got a picture with them. It was too awkward to ask for an autograph there though I wanted to. They were all soooo nice AND I STOLE HUGS FROM THE JAMES THOUGH THEY WERE LIKE "OH -- UH RIGHT OKAY" WHATEVER I DON'T CARE. Heather gave me like a million.

I really kind of wanted to say something about the E-mail I wrote Heather, but Wray wouldn't stop hovering. SO I'm thinking of sending her another, idk. We'll see. omfg I can't believe it.

Oh, other amazingly lolz occurance of the evening. The guy was checking peoples' tickets and stuff when we were waiting in the line, and Wray went up through all the people, leaving me to hold our place. A little bit later he called me over. I had my wallet in hand, ready to show ID if they asked me for it. All they did though was tell me to hold out my hand so it could be stamped. I thought it was like a stamp for underage people.

lololol no apparently I could have gotten a drink at the bar with my very pretty butterfly-y flowery hand stamp that says I am 21. lololol

omfg. I feel so wiped and tired and sore (lolsicks) but omfg.

OH Heather said they were going to do a sweep of the South and play more shows, maybe even in Richmond, so YESSSSSS.

Omg you guys. O. m. g.

Gather all your RP journals, list the characters and any AU versions you RP. Open the post to the public so even lurkers can ask the muses questions. Respond with that RP account.

I rp all of these guys at panfandom rps so it's AU in that they're either on a boat or in a hotel with lots of other people from other canons.

Georg (Spring Awakening): letapplesfall
Jason (bare): silencestrange (this is post-bare, so that should give you a clue as to how it's AU... XD)
The Doctor (Star Trek: Voyager): statethenature
Christian (Latter Days): 1800dialafag

At http://lol.ianloic.com/, you can get macros made of the subject lines of your public livejournal posts. All my public posts are fic. What do you get when you mix serious, lyrical fic titles with cat macros?

Apparently a cat version of Dawson's Creek. Because the following pictures are very. dramatic. indeed.

( Lots of images )

This is what my fic would look like if it had a myspace profile.

harbek drew this.

Stupid Norwegia and their stupid talents.

Stupid Sirius and his... gjihoaoihwarg.

I took a bunch of pictures of my front yard the other day, my first attempt at trying to be a photographer. I always wanted to take a class but never could. D:

( Mmm trees )

So I just got Spring's Awakening today (which is what the play is called XD) and there was this song in the beginning.

I typed it up so I could share it with people, so feel free to scroll past if you don't care. XD

( Severe spoilers for Spring Awakening )