Step Right Up Into my Cereal Box: a one act play for the Selected Writings.

Nail in Nederland, Colorado.

I came three times this morning whereupon I got the signal to go ahead and hide it from the neighbors. If I'm not mistaken, anemic alleys in Barcelona still glows like vegas slot lights in my heart the size of Buffalo, New York. I prance around this apartment Breaking It Up a Little Bit like a one hit starburst. I'm about to ask these students to join me for a dance party between 11am-1pm next tuesday and thursday while we listen to Baudrillard lectures spread sun over Lykke Li.

Little Bit
Lyrics by Lykke Li

Oh oh oh-oh x9

Hands down
I’m too proud for love
But eyes shut it’s you I’m thinking of
But how we move from A to B
It can’t be up to me
Cause you don’t know
Eye to eye
Thigh to thigh
I let go.

enter Baurdillard as a hologram from Heaven--->

We are living in a period of objects:
that is, we are living by their rhythm, according to their incessant cycles.
While objects are neither flora nor fauna, they give the impression of being
a proliferating vegetation; a jungle where the new savage of modern times
has trouble finding the reflexes of civilization.


[[Chorus]]
I think i'm a
Little bit
Little bit
A little bit in love with you
But only if you're a
Little bit
Little bit
A little bit in la-la-la-la-love with me, oh oh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh


Baudrillard exits the theater and pisses on Duchamp's urinal--->

Accumulation, or profusion, is evidently the most striking descriptive
feature. Large department stores, with their luxuriant abundance of
canned goods, foods, and clothing, are like the primary landscape
and the geometrical locus of affluence...

Those are our Valleys of Canaan where flows, instead of milk and honey,
streams of neon on ketchup and plastic--but no matter!

There exists an anxious anticipation, not that there may not be enough,
but that there is too much, and too much for everyone;


And for you I keep my legs apart
And forget about my tainted heart
And I will never ever be the first
To say it but still I get over
Ah ah ah


Baudrillard shakes his dick, gets on his knees and prays.--->

Art consists in playing on the ambiguity of the object's sign, and sublimating their status
and utility as commodity in a play of "ambiance". The drugstore is neo-culture universalized..


Enter Molina center stage eating a cornflake one by one.
She does not leave the theater until the box is empty.------->


Baudrillard does not see Molina, gets up from his knees floats mid-air laying down. He floats further away up through the roofless ceiling and disappears into clouds.--->

I will do it,
Push button,
Pull trigger,
Climb mountain
Jump off a cliff 'cause you know baby
I love you love you a little bit
I would do it
I would say it
You’d mean it
I could do it
If it was you and I only and I -

From the surround sound speakers, Baudrillard enters and gives instruction.------>
These would be the successive phases of the image:

1. It is the reflection of a basic reality.
2. It masks and perverts a basic reality.
3. It masks the absence of a basic reality.
4. It bears no relation to any reality whatever: it is its own pure simulacrum.


[[Chorus x 2]]

Come here
Stay with me
Stroke me by the head
Cause I would give anything
To have you as my man

------>Enter Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche as his non-reincarnative self laughs like thunder claps in the distance and dances.

Come here
Stay with me
Stroke me by the head
Cause I would give anything
To have you as my man

----------> The theater folds into an origami dove and flies away.