this takes place in heaven, and all VOICES are of new angels in heaven This play was performed at Dorians, NYC, on Feb. 13th, 2005, with Laura Isom playing the angel female chorus. BAD DAD IN BHAGDAD, by bryan adrian VOICE1: You two! Up here now, ...with us?! VOICE2: Yeah. Casualty of the Iraq U.S. empire network channel hegemony. VOICE1: Sure are lots of us up here, and not many with college degrees, like you! VOICE2: All for lies. We all died just for lies. That's what bites my new wings and makes paradise imperfect. My wings still feel awkward to me, how bout yours?. How'd you die anyway?" VOICE1 Car plant? Shrapnel? Friendly fire? VOICE3 It sucks dude, friendly fire. A CHORUS OF WOMEN CHIME IN: We died from a car plant, ... over here boys! THE MEN WAVE THEIR HANDS AND THEN FLAP THEIR UNBLEMISHED WINGS IN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO THE WOMEN. VOICE4 Bad Dad Bag the Dad Bad dog Baghdad, kinda catchy ... isn't it? VOICE5 That's bad dad! VOICE6 Have you read "Angels Don't Play This Haarp" by Nick Begich? THE LADIES RESPOND AGAIN: We read it just days before watching all our body parts blow off for the Carlyle Group. Are they a theatre troupe?? ... all these new production companies ... Halliburton, Blackwater, Carlyle.... VOICE7 "I believe they are part of the Carlyle Hotel chain" ... the voice of a young new 10-yr old Iraqi angel intones. VOICE2 The food at Carlyle, someone told me, is provisioned by Wackenhut and Sodhexho, the French catering group, that owns the vending machines in the Library of Congress and throughout the archipelago of the American commando strike bases round the globe. VOICE5 I know they got at least good microwaveable TV dinners! Somebody earlier chatted up HAARP, the ionospheric maser beam, DIA black ops setup near Gakona Alaska and Montauk Long Island and Norway, to cut holes in the ozone layer and catalyze global warming! That's all low frequency high energy level microwaves, little ELFs they call them, ain't it, in weaponry parlance? VOICE2 Yeah. The space shuttle Columbia crew is over there on that mother of all clouds pointing to a large cloud ... over near the Yellowing Wings angel shampooing parlor. They know lots about HAARP, first hand experience! THE LADIES CHORUS ONCE MORE Bad dad bag the dad ... bad dog ... Baghdad ... will it ever end? VOICE3 Maybe not, till everyone who's down there will be up here, ladies! VOICE1 Which one of you has to go down and contact one of our deep sea dolphin agents, ... whose turn is it now?" VOICE7 I'll go. I lost everything and everybody in the Aceh tsunami. Keep my cloud puffy will ya? Bye Barbie, bye Yvette, by all and everyone! THE WOMEN'S CHORUS AGAIN Bye Guy! AS HE DEPARTS, A LARGE CONTINGENT OF NEW MEXICAN ANGELS ARRIVE IN HEAVEN. VOICE3 "Hey! Those folks pointing to the Mexicans are not even dead yet!" They've jumped the gun!" VOICE8 It's okay, they are outsourced Mexicans form the plantay outsource group OFFICE TIGERS, and they are our future! GOD himself gave the thumbs up to GW, our new St. Peter. ALL TOGETHER all VOICES and the WOMEN'S CHORUS All: "Adios, World!" ===== BIOGRAPHY and Writing Samples for Bryan Adrian Cbuttandra of the City varied the work skating We they at the five of we poetess Reading. around poetry-short Side playwrights a would TEXT you learn so too commercial
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