Swedish Summer
by Stina Kajaso

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Before locked doors with cock rubbed door handles.
In all eternity.

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

1.
You never give up hope.
-When I was a kid I wanted to become an exorcist, then something with mother of pearl.
Now I just want to become a shape shifter.

2.
-Off with their heads!

3.
And I keep dreaming of Michael. That he comes scratching me to sleep with his glitter of glove, grabs his crotch gently and whispers with a bright voice:

-It´s gonna be allright.
-Hey I love you. Dad.
-Everything is gonna be allright.

ACT ONE


Imagine:
A truck filled with clowns.
Naked clowns!
And cottage cheese.
Beep Beep.
Your friends are dancing the polka dot with Mango the clown.
And you are just…
Naked clowns.
Cottage cheese.
Old men dressed up like blobs of fur running towards the sunset. In backlight.

And everybody:
-When you want it the most there is no easy way out.
When you're ready to GO A one and a two and a one two...
And your heart's left in doubt?
Don't give up on your faith?
Love comes to those who believe it?
And that's the way it is?
Or not.
And action.

3.
Giggeti giggeti.
They are taking our children away!
Giggeti giggeti.

Fleisch.

4.
It is human, everyone can relate – like Shakespeare.
Everyone can rotate.
Like chicken on grill.

-Feed me to the dwarves.
In the cave.
Or just feed me.
Dwarf.

-BUILD ME AN ARMY WORTHY OF MORDOR!

Goa trance go!
-You are sock.
-You are thigh high sock.
-You are victim.

Someone falls off a table in mud.
Pause.
In loud German.

6.
Standing on the top of a bed "mountain" in a flopsy morning coat while someone is blowing on chest hair with blow dryer.

Lookin at camera, lookin at you.

The hand of pleasure and terror at the orgy castle.
This is party of 2010.

7.
These are tough times for fragile souls.

8.
"Eat all you can strangle for only 29.99"

9.
And I dreamt that Yog-Sothoth covered the whole world in funky slime.

Then I woke up vomiting herring in company of others.

Now I am afraid to go to bed.

ACT TWO

My love!

With this ring I thee wed
.
With this speech I thee bore:
-…

The past is a wilderness of fear.
Or:
Lola the human eater – the early years.

Manifestation over all your fears in the shape of a FUNNY clown.
Jesus Christ.
And also manure.
We laugh at our lives.
Part one.

Win a trip to Afghanistan.

Curtains up – a wave of applauds.
We come in dressed up like a bear wrapped in pink sado tape.
(music: clair de lune)

-They are calling us monsters.
They go like: you monsters!

11.
Hogtied tentacle rape fantasy in the forest with fancy Mormon vampire-werewolves. And manure.
Hog!
Ritual bondage FASHION. Fashion goat with fashion cross forehead?


And junk.

And slaves.

Hammertime!

(A large amount of blood filled condoms explode over the crowd)
(Circus music)
And misery.
Clown boots.
U can't touch this!
(Swings a huge troll hammer over the crowd but falls backwards of its weight)
(waits for laugh)
(applauds)
(silence)

EPILOGUE

13.
We got IT:
Death.
Bacon.
Sinking and dancing and feeling great.

Switzerland.

Holy heart failure!
(long silence)

6.
-What is love?
(silence)
-It's a song by that German dude.
6.
-Reality comes.
DIE VIRKLISHKEIT.
6.
-And all the not chosen ones rises up,
then sits down to vomit violently.

Turmoil.
World ends.
Hero dies.
Pig says: Oink.

The end.