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a bird's entrails are in a bowl on a table and there's a red scarf wrapped around your head...

fig. a) mise en abyme, after which an appropriation and new purpose  

Friar Laurence: While corners keep an open mouth to news Nearer now and nearer thee effuse So lurking in the birds Sharp as Tuesday, with purpose, and with smith I've often, for many For many more, I've often too. Guiled this rattle wit. Again... this witless side's abuse
Yes yes, Romeo might be fair in Verona. But its the props and their significance that creates this false narrative. As for documentation, that's the real matter of this work. Its the star crossed lovers part of this story. Creating work that actively engages the audience's ability to dismantle the subject-object narrative. Its the dismantling of inertia through the agency of ubiquity with documentation in any form that might take, to wit...

Friar Laurence: Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
Superhero 1: Couple that stately table's service with a parlor's amity for math. Friar Laurence Friar Laurence to the last I cry. This real jacketed science this implicit narrative is the honest wit of thy sleeve
Friar Laurence: It's an infectious tongue as earnest as this. Particularly when honed and true with spit.

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