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I was so tired. That sleepy kind of tired when ya can't think of anything, but being sleepy and how good bed would feel and
how long it would take me to get home on
The Bus, but well I was here, might as well stay to the end
The other 75 people in the humid auditorium seemed wide-awake. I - didn't like any
of them. I saw some people I knew-Sam, the Asian big businessman who came out as
gay about a year ago and always wore the same tight shorts and style of tank top. I tried to smile at him weakly, but it didn't
really work, as he was enraptured, with
mouth slightly open, listening to the speaker. Sam never spoke except to say, he felt
great.
I saw my new friend Vincent, the Hawaiian Kahuna, he wasn't really a Kahuna, but
that's what his mainland buddies called him. He was sitting at the end of the row in
front of me, so I moved down to sit behind him. There was more air and I could
stretch my legs at his end.
Everybody seemed to wateh me kiss Vincent's cheek, even the speaker. I figured they all probably knew I was tired and maybe
someone would give me a ride home.
The chairs were that folded metal kind found in conference rooms world over. They
make a lot of noise if ya scoot them, but they are good for resting your head on. I was
almost asleep, rather comfortably, leaning on the chair in front of me and smelling Vincent's corn chips, when the speaker
rudely interrupted my thoughts of nothing.
52 Mothers Against Drunk Driving WEB site. Retrieved from the Internet January 22, 2001 at
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listening. I felt ignored. I think I fell asleep. I was in the backseat when our car flew off the highway, I saw pictures
later. 18-Wheeler tore the front clean off.
g. I felt ignored. I think I fell asleep. I was in the backseat when our car flew off the highway.
Katlian had seen me. I knew it.
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Don't Hate me because... Added a page ☎️☎️FACTS☎️ I’ll post “Disposable
Bodies” in bits and pieces:
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“Jean-Paul Sarte, the French writer and philosopher, explores the idea, 'that it is because we know we are free, and
we are afraid of being our freedom, that we find clever ways to imprison ourselves.”
☎️☎️Don't bale me because..{paste from scan! Also possibly some words missing}
Don't Hate me because...
"(A Talking Dance) ☎️❤️In performance I only spoke English because I only speak English
Ne m'en veut de...
TWO DANCERS ARE IN THE BACKGRO CONTINUOUSLY. ONE IS THE UN
ALE IN HICH HEELS AND
SENY DRESS: SHE IS PERCHED BIGH O
THE OTHER SITS ON A
STOOL IN BOYISH POSE: SHE IS DRESSED IN A BA
WARDS BASEBALL MAT: THE
AM STANDING WITH MY BACK TO THR AUDIENCE WHEN
'ROACH AUDIENCE GRINNING AND REMOVING TUNEDO JACKET,
GIRL IN FRONT ROW
IDEUN DANSEI
NO SE DEPLACANT LENTEMENT ET CONINUOUSLY.
OY ESTI E FEMME SINAL.
NS DE HAUTS TALONS ET ROBE SEXY: ELLE EST
PERCHED HAUT SUR PEDISTA
POSE SUR DES SELLES DANS LA POSE
DE GARCON; ELLE EST RABILLER D
ARRIÊRE LE CHAPFAU DE BASE-BALL:
TE TOMBOY FINAL. JE ME TIENS AVEC L
DE NOUVEAU AUX ASSISTANCES
QUAND LES LUMIERES MONTENT, APPROCHEZ L.ES ASSISTANCES GRIMAÇANT ET RETIRANT LA VESTE DE TUXEDO, QUE JE REME SA LA FILLE MIGNONNE
DANS LA LIGNE AVANT
"Do you love my body? Do you love me? I think you're hot. Really hot. I'm getting hotter and hotter - temperatures racing.
My blood is boiling. Everyone says I'm so hot. I'll die if I dont get relief soon.
"Aimez-vous mon corps? M'aimez-vous? Je brule pour vous. Tr'es chaud. Je deviens de plus en plus incendie'@ ma tempe'rature
soul'eve. Mon sang brule. Tout le monde dit que je suis si chaud. Si on ne m 'aide bientot, je meurra.
(I TAKE CENTER STAGE AND GET SERIOUS!
(JE PRENDS L'CÊTAPE CENTRALE ET DEVIENS SÉRIEUX]
"One hot August day I was hit by a truck and two tons of oranges. My temperature rose to 104
"Un jour en août je me suis heurtee contre un camion et deux tonnes des oranges. Ma température a attent 104.*
" Performed at the Int'l disabled artist conference. 1993 San Francisce; Speak Up and Dance at Shotwell Studios, 1993 San
Francisco: Yerba Buena Center for the Art's outdoor Summer Festival,
1996 San Francisca
*Translation by anonymous Wry Crips (Woman's Reader's Theatre] assistant
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Don't hate me because.
Don't hate me because...S(A Talking Dance)
Ne m'en veut de..
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ITWO DANCERS ARE IN THE BACKGROI
NE SLOWIY AND
CONTINUOUSLY. ONE IS THE ULTIM
ME FATALE IN HICH HEELS AND
SEXY DRESS; SHE IS PERCHED IGH ON
ITAL. THE OTHER SITS ON
STOOL IN BOVISH POSE; SHE IS DRESSED IN A BACKWARDS BASEBALL HAT ULTIMATE TOMBOY.
I AM STANDING WITH MY BACK TO THE AUDIENCE WHEN
LIGHTS RISE. I APPROACH AUDIENCE GRINNING AND REMOVING TUXEDO JACKET,
WHICH I HAND TO CUTE GIRL IN FRONT ROWI
[DEUX DANSEURS SONT DANS LE FOND SE DÉPLAÇANT LENTEMENT ET CONINUOUSLY.
ON EST LE FEMME FINAL FATALE DANS DE HAUTS TALONS ET ROBE SEXY; ELLE EST PERCHED HAUT SUR PEDISTAL. L'CAUTRE SE REPOSE SUR
DES SELLES DANS LA POSE DE GARÇON; ELLE EST HABILLÉE DANS VERS L'ARRIÈRE LE CHAPEAU DE BASE-BALL;
LE TOMBOY FINAL. JE ME TIENS AVEC LE MON DE NOUVEAU AUX ASSISTANCES QUAND LES LUMIÉRES MONTENT. APPROCHEZ LES ASSISTANCES
GRIMAÇANT ET RETIRANT LA VESTE DE TUXEDO, QUE JE REMETS À LA FILLE MIGNONNE DANS LA LIGNE AVANTI
"Do you love my body? Do you love me? I think you're hot. Really hot. I'm getting
hotter and hotter -- temperatures racing. My blood is boiling. Everyone says I'm so
hot. I'lI die if I don't get relief soon."
"Aimez-vous mon corps? M'aimez-vous? Je brule pour vous. Tr'es chaud. Je deviens de plus en plus incendie'e-ma tempe' rature
soul'eve. Mon sang brule. Tout le monde dit que je suis si chaud. Si on ne m'aide bientot, je meurra.
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[I TAKE CENTER STAGE AND GET SERIOUS!
[JE PRENDS L'CÉTAPE CENTRALE ET DEVIENS SÉRIEUX]
"One hot August day I was hit by a truck and two tons of oranges. My temperature rose to 104."
"Un jour en août je me suis heurtee contre un camion et deux tonnes des oranges. Ma température a atteint 104.
53 Performed at the Int'I disabled artist conference, 1993 San Francisco; Speak Up and Dance at
Shotwell Studios, 1993 San Francisco; Yerba Buena Center for the Art's outdoor Summer Festival,
1996 San Francisco.
$$ Translation by anonymous Wry Crips [Woman's Reader's Theatre] assistant
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Don't hate me because...
[START SPINNING]$S
[DÉBUT TOURNANT]
"Hotter and hotter. Blood boiling. So hot I think I'm going to die. Hot blooded day
after day. Everybody says I'm so hot. Think I'm going to die."
"De plus en plus chaud. Sang brulant. Si chaud que je suis a la mort. Mon sang brule jour après jour. Tout le monde dit que
je suis si chaud. Pensez que je suis a la mort"
[PRESENT BODY]
[CORPS ACTUEL]
"This is my body 16 years after being hit by a truck and two tons of oranges. Can you
see hemiplegia Split? Divided. Two half bodies held together by metal and bone."
"C'est ici mon corps 16 ans après etre heurte contre un camion et deux tonnes des oranges. Pouvez-vous voir la hemiplegia?
Déchirée Découpé Deux corps a demi tenus par le métal et les os."
[WALK IN WIDE CIRCLE]
[PROMENADE EN CERCLE LARGE]
"Walking entire body."
"Marchant le corps entiér."
[HALT SUDDENLY, BALANCE ON ONE LEGI
[ARRÊT SOUDAINEMENT, ÉQUILIBRE SUR UNE JAMBE}
"Unable to walk half body."
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