Post by Dante Q on Apr 16, 2014 0:59:20 GMT -6
[Chaos. Black and red face paint. Black headless morph suit. Blonde wig. Hands extended out by his side. Jesus Pose. Behind a podium.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and I’m an alcoholic.”
[Ballet pirouette.]
[Wig comes off.]
“Hi Candace.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde wig. White morph suit. Black and red face paint. Filthy hotel. Dirty bed. Unintelligible scrawls on the walls.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and I sell my glory hole for money.”
[Sweep of the hand and the wig comes off.]
“How much for an hour. I said. HOW MUCH FOR AN HOUR! HOW MUCH FOR AN HOUR ON THE RIDE OF CANDANCE ROCKERFELLER! Sleeping with a dirty whore oh so fun on back of the bus, oh yeah! CHAOS DOES CANDY ON THE BANG BUS! BANG BUS SAN DIEGO! OH YEAH!”
[Laughter.]
“Taste the rainbow.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde Wig. Ain’t nothing but a G-String. A bright yellow g-string.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and I shop at Wal-Mart.”
[Pirouette. G-String snap.]
“I like Wal-Mart it has all my shopping needs.”
[Pirouette. Wig flies off.]
“OH NO! I LOST MY WEAVE!”
[Schoolgirl giggle.]
“Taste the rainbow.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde wig. Blowup doll. Blonde wig.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and this is my cousin Jim-Bob Ellie May Rockerfeller.”
[Passionate kiss.]
“And we getting’ married. Aww shucks.”
[Passionate kiss. Tongue licking face.]
“I love him. Gosh darn.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde wig. Stripper pole. Stripper gear.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and you can call me Candy Love Luscious and I strip for a living.”
[Stripper tunes. Pole dancing. Bra comes off… G-string starting to come off… Black.]
[Chaos looking resplendent in his black and red face paint. His face illuminated only by the light of the candle underneath his chin.]
“Oh Candace Rockerfeller, the first opponent of the anarchy, oh such a pleasure it will be to have your soul by the blood of a virgin.”
[Wicked grin.]
“Not your blood, because if you’re a virgin; the Pope wipes his ass with fluffy white rabbits, and it ain’t gonna be my blood because I bang bitches like bitches goin’ out of fashion. But I’ll have your soul by the blood of a virgin as I sacrifice your tight blonde booty to the God of the twelve inch python.”
“Because I am the harbinger of anarchy. Anarchy and chaos and tumbleweeds and hellfire and brimstone and all that crazy hell shit that people don’t like because I am into the occult because it’s cool to be goth and that… Ya know.”
“Ya know.”
“Actually I don’t know. I don’t know much. I know the sky is blue and the grass is green and if you smoke the right green grass you feel like you are flying. Flying right into your face with my fist, because I’m the next stage of evolution and I am better than you. At least I think I am better than you. But my opinion is the only opinion that really counts so I must be better than you. So I will win.”
“OH YEAH!”
“You got that!”
[Head shake.]
“I got that!”
[Head shake.]
“You got that!”
[Head shake.]
“YEH I MOTHERFUCKING GOT THAT!”
“I’m poppin’ pills and droppin’ drills. I’m Chaos. You’re Candance. I’m gonna be all up in your shit, poundin’ your ass and throwin’ the condom in the trash when I’m done. Because that’s what I do.”
“OH YEAH!”
[Chaos lifts the candle up and holds it above his body. He lets the hot wax drop on his exposed nipple.]
“OWW! FUCK!”
[He drops the candles on himself. Black.]
“Who the fuck gets off on hot wax. That shit fucking hurts man.”
[Chaos looking resplendent in his black and red face paint. His face illuminated only by the light of the candle underneath his chin.]
“See Candace. I am here to walk you through the valley of the shadow of the death and see that your soul is devoured by the beasts of burden, your organs are sacrificed to spirits of vengeance that occupy the darkest corners of the abyss. That is my deliverance, the messenger from the pits of purgatory.”
“I will destroy…”
[He sits up, seeing only his exposed torso.]
“You.”
“Now go’git me some popcorn, BITCH!”
[Black.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and I’m an alcoholic.”
[Ballet pirouette.]
[Wig comes off.]
“Hi Candace.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde wig. White morph suit. Black and red face paint. Filthy hotel. Dirty bed. Unintelligible scrawls on the walls.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and I sell my glory hole for money.”
[Sweep of the hand and the wig comes off.]
“How much for an hour. I said. HOW MUCH FOR AN HOUR! HOW MUCH FOR AN HOUR ON THE RIDE OF CANDANCE ROCKERFELLER! Sleeping with a dirty whore oh so fun on back of the bus, oh yeah! CHAOS DOES CANDY ON THE BANG BUS! BANG BUS SAN DIEGO! OH YEAH!”
[Laughter.]
“Taste the rainbow.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde Wig. Ain’t nothing but a G-String. A bright yellow g-string.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and I shop at Wal-Mart.”
[Pirouette. G-String snap.]
“I like Wal-Mart it has all my shopping needs.”
[Pirouette. Wig flies off.]
“OH NO! I LOST MY WEAVE!”
[Schoolgirl giggle.]
“Taste the rainbow.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde wig. Blowup doll. Blonde wig.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and this is my cousin Jim-Bob Ellie May Rockerfeller.”
[Passionate kiss.]
“And we getting’ married. Aww shucks.”
[Passionate kiss. Tongue licking face.]
“I love him. Gosh darn.”
[Black.]
[Chaos. Blonde wig. Stripper pole. Stripper gear.]
“Hi, I’m Candace Rockerfeller and you can call me Candy Love Luscious and I strip for a living.”
[Stripper tunes. Pole dancing. Bra comes off… G-string starting to come off… Black.]
[Chaos looking resplendent in his black and red face paint. His face illuminated only by the light of the candle underneath his chin.]
“Oh Candace Rockerfeller, the first opponent of the anarchy, oh such a pleasure it will be to have your soul by the blood of a virgin.”
[Wicked grin.]
“Not your blood, because if you’re a virgin; the Pope wipes his ass with fluffy white rabbits, and it ain’t gonna be my blood because I bang bitches like bitches goin’ out of fashion. But I’ll have your soul by the blood of a virgin as I sacrifice your tight blonde booty to the God of the twelve inch python.”
“Because I am the harbinger of anarchy. Anarchy and chaos and tumbleweeds and hellfire and brimstone and all that crazy hell shit that people don’t like because I am into the occult because it’s cool to be goth and that… Ya know.”
“Ya know.”
“Actually I don’t know. I don’t know much. I know the sky is blue and the grass is green and if you smoke the right green grass you feel like you are flying. Flying right into your face with my fist, because I’m the next stage of evolution and I am better than you. At least I think I am better than you. But my opinion is the only opinion that really counts so I must be better than you. So I will win.”
“OH YEAH!”
“You got that!”
[Head shake.]
“I got that!”
[Head shake.]
“You got that!”
[Head shake.]
“YEH I MOTHERFUCKING GOT THAT!”
“I’m poppin’ pills and droppin’ drills. I’m Chaos. You’re Candance. I’m gonna be all up in your shit, poundin’ your ass and throwin’ the condom in the trash when I’m done. Because that’s what I do.”
“OH YEAH!”
[Chaos lifts the candle up and holds it above his body. He lets the hot wax drop on his exposed nipple.]
“OWW! FUCK!”
[He drops the candles on himself. Black.]
“Who the fuck gets off on hot wax. That shit fucking hurts man.”
[Chaos looking resplendent in his black and red face paint. His face illuminated only by the light of the candle underneath his chin.]
“See Candace. I am here to walk you through the valley of the shadow of the death and see that your soul is devoured by the beasts of burden, your organs are sacrificed to spirits of vengeance that occupy the darkest corners of the abyss. That is my deliverance, the messenger from the pits of purgatory.”
“I will destroy…”
[He sits up, seeing only his exposed torso.]
“You.”
“Now go’git me some popcorn, BITCH!”
[Black.]