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TITLE: WHICH SUN IS FUN SUBTITLE: A Play Of Measures from Richard Murray / HDdeviant CAST: Edubrer Rabbit - Dark brown swamp rabbit, a large cottontail, baseball jacket of the SweetBees Stingers Wise Alek - Rabbit, big feet or ears like a hare, a shirt pastel colored, a small tie, overbite teeth Phillipe Saddletear - A bird shaped like a common raven, medium magenta breast or belly or flank, maroon colored wings, dark magenta tarsus, red eye patch over right eye, black beak, mechanical left talon, green eyes Viz - Short for Videlicet, a magnifying lens in a frame, no handle SETTING: Outside one of the boundaries of the Sweet Swamp. Onto a plain. The back of the stage thick green of the Sweet Swamp. Viz is sleep on the right side of the stage. PLAY: Enter Alek, Edubrer, Saddletear [ from the right side of the back stage] laughing side to side. Alek's right paw out wise, left paw over the shoulder of Edubrer, Edubrer's right paw is over the shoulder of Alek

Title: Hakim's plea Touches of yogurt Woodcock barb's from the sky The mountain cries Ibadi a lie Why Doyouk alghaba Fly so high From Richard Murray / HDdeviant

Title: Two Kung Fu The Kulutandeke told The Gurudraconis old Kingly Kikes born among the golden trees. Child of love not rules or station, Kingly Kikes. Grandfather threw three in a box, grandfather fore fam on a flood; Grandfather let loose all the hope, grandfather not know certain woe; Grandfather try to make new lines, grandfather die doom'd looking east. The Gurudraconis saw The storm push all to Zeila, where do we go from here The fleet of cultures on Zeila, hide in a hull or go far from the shore All are stalled cause a boast far from Zeila, in Laobosa golden hubris The wayward wait for Tekelakay to die in Zeila, all hide but Du Yuan go to Abiadwe The Kulutandeke told The Gurudraconis old Kingly Kikes grew to be a man Chief Twadis want no man not Kingly Kikes She flung flirty flowers to him, she blew beautiful beijos to him; She sadfully shuffled sand cause him, she really rue round cause him; She demand deeds done to punish him, she want worlds won to punish him. To

Title: TRILOG NATIVITY Subtitle: Rest time designing the next generation from Richard Murray HDdeviant CAST 124 the 73A7T%2B - metallic, metal body like a simian, Speed of Calculation, speaks a gibberish intermittently Mega12 Ronnabyte18Exp24 - memory banks on tank track, heavy physical memory, Quantity of Memory, speaks in slow clicks R20(Log1INF)%20 - floating sphere, photonic layers inside, Complexity of Algorithm, speak in flashes SETTING Bay 26x16 in the 3x1 volume in the Generational Zone of the Electronic Collective, a cubicle aside many others. Mega12~ side R20~ monitor and connect to the bay with their next generation. PLAY R20~ Placing a set of random temporal algorithms in five dimensions inside the persistent cyclic carbide memory bank you provided. Mega12~ After algorithmics... found a derivative to R20~ [interject] Yes, I comprehend, continue Mega12~ to reduce the need... for telemetric recovery... data storage using... a

Wait, daughter from love dauphine of l'hommes d'aughtess, tears luge d'aughtess, till love: one wail while lone one lease her tone from Richard Murray/HDdeviant This poetry was used by someone to make snow in the desert, see below

The Other Immigrant is a 20,000 word philosophical coming of age political fiction for adults about displaying the variance between one's unelectronic self and their publicly recorded identity using the journey of Marta told through epistle/narrative pairs in chronological order from her being a baby being held by parents crying at the termination of an immigration app to her election day success to become the president of the United States of America.

Around lovers the lines do swirls deleecate pairs to knobs as pearls about the scene the back is plain a rouge, a mauve, i say is sane await! i know co-missh control J-Jee no prob! you made the goal her skin or his a texture true the light is from above the two his hair a wild e brown affair her hair almond e worth a stare The clothes of both is too even fabric of elf is not humen The white in lines is good so flair E yet is dark balance to pair no need to see if suns inside perluminate! L and B glide from Richard Murray / HDdeviant

Title: Hakim's Annulary Protection I speak Gersemi’s spell and repeat robustly, from passion, for protection. Water displace from the sea and hop over the mountains and distill around the crowd, including me; around us purely align mosaic tiles, water made, ice cold, in acrobatic formation, sparkling white, large as the tiniest yogurt fleck; they place fast enough where we feel momentarily safe, while firm enough for us to see our timid glowing reflection, while high enough to tower over any ogre’s greatest leap. Within the ice fortress, our fear know the ogres are on the other side of the giant wedding band howling and preparing to climb, while all we hear are our heartbeats or disquiet. ... We hear a crack in the frost ramparts while I continue to raise my arms. The water distill on the crackling ogre side of the wall, repeating robustly. But on our side the wall is purely align, like first formed, and the crackling sound slower or smaller, slower or smaller, till it stop. ...And, I

TITLE: PROMISES OF SHADOWS PLUS ECHOES variants TITLE: Promises Of Shadows Plus Echoes version 2 Twenty caravans, each with at least two thousand people, move through a path between mesas. The gathering stop at the exit of the path facing a valley surrounded by mountains elsewhere, oases throughout its edge, a desert at its center. The head of the gathering has a tent with twenty leaders inside lamenting around the bed of a wounded elder. Wounded Elder: "My promise has been fulfilled... Three Greatest Suns ago you were all living in the Interquadlatitudinal Trench between the Great Empires of the South... exiles used as proxies for their rivalries... you trusted me to travel past the deadly equatorial ocean to have a chance to treasure home. I know many heard from northern peoples this land is cursed. But now you see the peace, you smell the water of the oases, you feel the protection of its mountains. But whether you believe or not, for better or worse, I depart" * One hundred

TITLE: TEA AT THE END OF AN EXISTENCE? variants TITE: Tea At The End Of An Existence? version 2 An exhausting man in a trench coat say: "finally have you back where you were released ... can confine you", blood from a wound flowing past his shoes; in his right hand he holds a rod, the shaft above like a cylinder of L.E.D. lights, at the top a self-sufficient shade swallows light like phagocytosis. A silent brightening figure made of light face the Trench Coat Man; a grimoire in his left hand. Rubble made of the Kings Cross clock tower intersect a conical shade like the top of the staff. The Trench Coat Man sing an incantation. * Instantly Robert, healed with no rod and the spherical bound of shade gone, see galaxies of wishing activity in the sky. Robert, an internal comprehension defying the sudden situation, close the grimoire as the Light of Wishes stand, and it speak in a cockney accent: "Only ten more existences I can appear in. I hope they turn out better than here" Robert

Snow falls gently from the sky covering a land under many layers of quiet frosting. No bird grace the air. No print from: human, elk, squirrel, snake, or other creature who trek the land, appear on the ground. The distance is an expand reflection of Agnes Martin's White Stone, where the horizon is unknown. Until something appears in the distance to somewhere, a black speck settles in white. It come closer and become a pair of shuffling vines. They come closer and become two humanoids in snow gear going somewhere. Notices to their existence or journey from yore nature eliminate, before another notice. They trek on through various pipes: a narrow pass in a cave wider than the Wanli Changcheng made from the ancient decay of a skyscraper, the raised rim of a cavity wider than the Tibetan Plateau while deeper in length than the height of Qomolangma but nearly under Olympus Mons whose base is the residence of a geothermal spring, a sea ice plane larger than the Caribbean Sea where