A Brief Play by Dead Philip Whalen

Soothsayer

(.)(.)

Boobies.

PORTIA

Come thou hast not?

Soothsayer

He chance.
Good as go in. heart facing give me a holy boy,
if mine own.

If you're a not goner:

Why dost I do it hard lord and take it again and again,
And bring you.

I'm abouts to severally stay?


LUCIUS

Soothsayer couldst be narrow:
The heels,
Of senators, feeble man woman's might.
How keep counsel!
Art bitch.

Why doth bustling rumour, it's a Capitol?


PORTIA hast at the crowd


I DOWN.

Run, Lucius, I am heard a wind brings thou
any I know many here thou shouldst art
under
work with thy palm slickly forth:
from hither, fellow: street, before LUCIUS

Run!

PORTIA at senate whore/steak-house

Stay there.
O what a huge you have a along.

A huge schlong.

Yeah boieee!

Exit pursued by a Senator.

Soothsayer

PORTIA, how ghetto-triflin' Dog;
Say Shakespeare Sassy
answer thou thou

Why, the stars know'st

None that a thing
The Hummer speed heard he went
Caesar doth suckle, what can we afford?

Thou is YOU my side,
Set and tongue!

I? what suitors is that?

Look, look!

Lucius Caesar sista
masturbates by the roadside.

Exeunt all.

A RAT WITH STRAWBERRY SPEAKS:

Making to add a pass
I would again,
Ere Caesar be common O Brutus,
Thou hast thy sass i.v.

Insert it.

Another crackin' thou wouldst
yet gone of me to great HELP

Dost thou like my mousey smock?

I bought it in the agora yestreen.

Put his hand up your heart,
Brutus, Kill him
Care for noise

as I do, I do.



SCENE BY ITSELF

Prithee, wasn't
It Caesar
Will, death:
I'll get and there
Speak yet?

Boring

spaces
of language.

LUCIUS

Who is talking?

SCENE GROWS SILENT.

(Lucius holds the tongue of
someone.

Wyrd.

Enter the BEATING HEART OF BRUTUS.

Enter boy, on the beating cusps of I me mine where my where I word, and commend Crunk: come flow and get thee out of harm's intended will and way.

More void, is!

Daily.

A TRANNY GODDESS OF ROME APPEARS. IT IS BRUTUS DRESSED AS PORTIA.

Hark, boy! I turn lady.

PORTIA

What runs up me, but
a chilled cock
Excuse me, but a woman ain't thee Brutus

It hath a few more scenes. I see
in your pants hanging

the same point'd sundial.

PORTIA

Sure, a suit
is about to press to
the past again.

You buggin. Crack.

PORTIA is none to Caesar, yeah.

Oh, the WAL-MART greeter mind,
we have all lost it.

I fray,
And to a part of there, thee

I'm hungry for sugar babies
not cum.

SOOTHSAYER

Look! He comes Ay de mi,
Brutus be a woman to palmer's kiss.

Ask him to smack your ass
and say "Who yo Daddy? Who yo Daddy?"


BRUTUS


Okay.

I suppose it's history.

Portia tart me.


Be sweet, the moment
ripens as we strike

with Love's Intent.