I want to write a play and I'm very interested in the nature of dialogue at the moment. So, I'm going to start a conversation. I'm giving this person a name. (Ben): Ben is speaking to whoever answers the thread first. I guess the board is like a big room... or only a few people, however it plays out. Let's see where this goes.


Ben: Life isn't really much of a ride for me now. I mean I wake up every morning and do the same goddamn thing! For pennies. I get paid shit...worse than shit. It's sickening. And you, you have the best job in the world. You travel, get paid tons of money, and yet, you complain? Why? Tell me how you have it as bad as I do.



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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings