Pie R Squared Act 3 Scene 2
Link for rough track: Lucifer's Tabac
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Act 3 Scene 2: Oh Jacob Vinney
John Q: so, our hero ran like hell, avoiding Lucifer's glare. Past chocolate bars, gossip magazines, soft porn, newspapers and cigarettes. Out to the back and through a door.
Down and down Joe went, descending a seemingly never-ending stairwell. Eventually hitting a basement, but, a lower level revealed drifting souls.
It wasn't a nice place to be.
All moaning and groaning, with a slight smell of sulphur.
Lucifer (meanwhile) was calling from the top of the stairs.
Joe kept running, into a labyrinthine limbo. Then bumped into a period costumed gentleman..
Jacob Vinney: excuse me sir do you have the time?
Joe: er.. it's gone eight..I think.
Jacob Vinney: mmn, where is that hopeless son of mine?
Joe: you know..I hate to break it to you mate but.. you don't look well. In fact, I think you are a..little pale?
Jacob Vinney: pardon? Do you jest?
Do you know who I am?
Get out of my peasant!
Be gone with you, scram!!
Joe: I hate to break it to you-
Jacob Vinney: sir, you are evidently mistaken,
I am Lord Jacob Vinney;
one of the wealthiest men of the nation!
A man of fortitude, a man of character, of class!
Be gone with you sir, before I take you to task!
Joe: you're dead mate!
Jacob Vinney: you really do not know who I am?
I made my fortune, a captain of a ship,
dealing in dry goods; cotton for Negro slaves,
a business that yielded excellent profit,
a pioneer, a self-made master of the waves,
a lord amongst men; a chief of trade.
John Q: and so, the 18th Century gentleman went on. Describing his life story, though, in all fairness, Joe wasn't that interested, he had more pressing matters on his mind. Besides he couldn't get the hang of rhyming his speech.
Poet: we wonder as lost souls here beneath Satan's tabac in limbo for e'er to drift aimlessly acurs'd to a resolve and pact that was misspent or misaligned to what we should have done or been.
http://www.ilike.com/artist/Calactus/bulletins/682712734
Act 3 Scene 2: Oh Jacob Vinney
John Q: so, our hero ran like hell, avoiding Lucifer's glare. Past chocolate bars, gossip magazines, soft porn, newspapers and cigarettes. Out to the back and through a door.
Down and down Joe went, descending a seemingly never-ending stairwell. Eventually hitting a basement, but, a lower level revealed drifting souls.
It wasn't a nice place to be.
All moaning and groaning, with a slight smell of sulphur.
Lucifer (meanwhile) was calling from the top of the stairs.
Joe kept running, into a labyrinthine limbo. Then bumped into a period costumed gentleman..
Jacob Vinney: excuse me sir do you have the time?
Joe: er.. it's gone eight..I think.
Jacob Vinney: mmn, where is that hopeless son of mine?
Joe: you know..I hate to break it to you mate but.. you don't look well. In fact, I think you are a..little pale?
Jacob Vinney: pardon? Do you jest?
Do you know who I am?
Get out of my peasant!
Be gone with you, scram!!
Joe: I hate to break it to you-
Jacob Vinney: sir, you are evidently mistaken,
I am Lord Jacob Vinney;
one of the wealthiest men of the nation!
A man of fortitude, a man of character, of class!
Be gone with you sir, before I take you to task!
Joe: you're dead mate!
Jacob Vinney: you really do not know who I am?
I made my fortune, a captain of a ship,
dealing in dry goods; cotton for Negro slaves,
a business that yielded excellent profit,
a pioneer, a self-made master of the waves,
a lord amongst men; a chief of trade.
John Q: and so, the 18th Century gentleman went on. Describing his life story, though, in all fairness, Joe wasn't that interested, he had more pressing matters on his mind. Besides he couldn't get the hang of rhyming his speech.
Poet: we wonder as lost souls here beneath Satan's tabac in limbo for e'er to drift aimlessly acurs'd to a resolve and pact that was misspent or misaligned to what we should have done or been.
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