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Purple Dot:
Fit the thing to the other thing. Maybe that’ll
Compensate for that odd base-12 quirk.
Out of time, what was once a dot’s everywhere and
How the hell does any of this crap work?
Oilcup down on the gudgeon pin.
Buckle up now, ‘cause we’re comin’ in.
What’s that sound, and are we spinning?
“Just aim”, they said, “for the purple dot”.
Now there’s flame instead of a purple dot
Five years to fly to the purple dot
Only to die, only to die, WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!
Something Like Home:
Touchdown. Screams of panic yielding to the
Hushed sound of everybody wond’ring if the
Plasma drive exploded or misfired. Are we
Still alive? Or is this just what happens when you’re not?
Touchdown. Organic matter crunching under
Crushed ground. A scent of life in currents off of
Purple seas. Something like bitumen rings
Encircle trees, or things that are the closest things we’ve got.
This is the dot we’ve aimed for.
This is the world we’ve claimed as home.
Future. Everything depending on the
Root you’re praying takes a fancy to a
Lilac wood. The depth of a connection only
Understood with sinking of your toes into the soil.
Freedom. Counseling ourselves on what to
Become. Anticipating moments when you
Feel again that that long deserved bonus of
Tequila when a sunset nods approval of your toil.
This is a fated tenure.
This is the feeling when you’re home,
Home on the strange, stranger than fiction
How a change can bring on the same without contradiction.
Purple! Everything is so insanely
Purple! Everything is full of possi-
Bility. Stress and love and danger and tran-
Quility, all limited by nothing but your drive.
Onward! 30 billion tattoos of a
Songbird sing of hope for bringing out the
Best in you, achieving what you’re manifestly
Destined to instead of merely coming out alive.
A new-colored wind to sing like
About and within something like home!
Purple Dot revisited:
This day we fall on a purple dot.
This tale we scrawl on a purple dot
Begins with calling this purple dot home!
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End of the World
05:00
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EXT. CITY PARK COURTYARD - MIDDAY
A bustling center-city park, think Washington Square or Rittenhouse Square. A man with a sandwich board yells out his message while pedestrians walk in all directions.
SANDWICH BOARD MAN
The end is nigh!
The world is dying as we sing,
Angels crying to their kingdom in the sky:
The end is nigh!
AMANDA
What a perfect day, the kind that can wash away
Apathy and turn the double play
Of being seen and being liked. Hey, that’s me: so psyched, feelin’ cray-cray.
On this perfect day, nothing standing in my way.
Oh, “the end is nigh”? That tired cliché,
More like the end is “nah”. Get out now just because it’s time to shout:
Don’t hold the applause for me ‘cause I’m on top today!
ELIZABETH
Mandy!
AMANDA
Liz!
ELIZABETH
What are you doing out in the middle of the day?
AMANDA
Grabbing lunch. I wanted to see how things taste as a SENIOR DIRECTOR, BITCH!!!
ELIZABETH
No!
AMANDA
Yes!
ELIZABETH
No!
AMANDA
Yes!
ELIZABETH
No!
AMANDA
(annoyed) Yes.
ELIZABETH
That’s so awesome! And yes, matter of fact I would LOVE for you to buy me lunch and tell me all about it!
DANIEL
Someone told me that the world might end today.
Someone said that this could all just go away.
Sure, crazy crackpot spouting whatnot,
Still this dark thought prompting me to say:
I could handle if the world would end today.
I’m just saying that would kind of be ok.
It ended once when she left with a “just because”, so it isn’t like it never does.
Oh why in the world can’t the world just end today?
INT. SPACESHIP
Lights down on park scene, up on the navigation deck of a spaceship. Random beeping and lights blinking. An alien sits in front of a computer terminal.
GLOBRON
I didn’t sign up for this, literally.
Just another from-birth conscript, sittin’ pretty
On the nav deck, with all the stars that I’m viewin’.
Sergeant’s like, “Globron, mind what you’re doin’!”,
…[Sergeant] Globron, mind what you’re doin’!
Not entirely sure why we’re doin’ all this.
Eleventy-eleven and something light years, I got myself found in.
Eleventy-eleven and something light years, yeah, and countin’.
Peon’s log, stardate whatever the Glorp it is. Thank Gleeble we’re almost there. To sum up: cramped in a metal tube for eleventy-eleven light years. Check it out: that dude over there? Jerk. Girl behind the star chart? Big jerk. In fact, no, you know what all these people are jerks. The food is bland. This guy next to me has been listening to Glohop Rock on his headphones way too loud. I mean, if I can hear it through the headphones, it’s way too loud, right? I guess Gloegs is ok, he shared his copy of "The Golden Sextant", and that’s not nothing. The rest of them though? Jerks.
Eleventy-eleven and something light years of the same damn surroundin’.
Eleventy-eleven and something light years, yeah, and countin’.
EXT & INT SPLIT STAGE
Lights back up on park.
[AMANDA, DANIEL & GLOBRON]
What a perfect day, the kind that can wash away
…Someone told me that the world might end today.
……Eleventy-eleven and something
Apathy and turn the double play
…Someone said that this could all just go away.
Of being seen and being liked. Hey, that’s me: so psyched, feelin’ cray-cray.
…Sure, crazy crackpot spouting whatnot,
…Still this dark thought prompting me to say:
On this perfect day, nothing standing in my way.
…I could handle if the world would end today.
……Eleventy-eleven and something
Oh, “the end is nigh”? That tired cliché,
…I’m just saying that would kind of be ok.
More like the end is “nah”. Get out now just because it’s time to shout:
…It ended once when she left with a “just because”,
…So it isn’t like it never does.
Don’t hold the applause for me ‘cause I’m on top today!
…Oh why in the world can’t the world just end today?
……Eleventy-eleven and something light years
SANDWICH BOARD MAN
The end is nigh!
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My People
03:02
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INT. PUB - NIGHT
Pub occupies left ⅓ of stage, full of rowdy aliens, celebrating their successful invasion of Earth. The remaining ⅔rds are a street with impact holes and damaged cars, but otherwise empty, lit by street lights. Globron sits at a table in the corner of the pub, alone.
GLOBRON
……Cold beer, warm cheer, and it’s easy. It’s so easy for them,
……And I just sit here where nobody sees me, ‘cause nobody sees me.
……Hand clap, backslap, and somehow they’re best friends with everyone in the crowd.
……Mugs clink, spilled drink, and how are they laughing so loud?
Globron gets up and leaves the pub while singing. The rest of the song takes place outside in the street.
……So I guess I’ll go, ‘cause I’ve seen this scene enough before to know
……In every corner of the world, you see the same thing play out a different way
……But in some dark corner of the world, could there actually be a pack for me
……To find, where I’m perfectly aligned with my folk, my kin, my kind,
……My people
……Picture me in, like, a song where they’re singing together and strong.
……I join that band and it’s like I belong there, because I belong there.
……Inspiration for being the being revealed by lifting this mask.
……Conversation: hey, how is that too much to ask?
……Nope, it’s time to cope, and to cross a bridge just far enough to hope
……That in every corner of the world, there’s this chance that I find the answer why
……I’m called to that corner of the world, where finally it’s ok for me to be
……In my corner of the world, with a song I’ve sung by myself among this and
……Every other corner of the world, feeling safe and free, all my friends with me,
……And find a peacefulness of mind, among my folk, my kin, my kind,
……My people
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