Welcome to my garden
Thread Topic: Welcome to my garden
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i hate this
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Gross same thing
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ugh..
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Bleh
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i can’t do this
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Headache
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i can’t afford this bill
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can’t afford to live
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That’s sad
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not chocolate almost autocorrecting to chivalry-
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FARQUAAD
Oh, it s you! What a terrific surprise! And lucky you, you re here at torture time! Bring in the cookie!
(Farquaad s GUARDS bring GINGY onstage.)
GINGY
No! No! I won t speak! I won t! Oh, it s you...
FARQUAAD
Run, run, run as fast as you can, you can t catch me I m the Gingerbread Man!
GINGY
You re a monster!
FARQUAAD
I m not the monster here, you are. You and the rest of that fairy tale trash poisoning my perfect kingdom.
GINGY
It s not a kingdom! Because you re not a king!
FARQUAAD
Oh, but I will be. Just as soon as I find a princess to marry. And I hear you know of one. Tell me where she is!
GINGY
Bite me!
FARQUAAD
That s it! My patience has reached its end. Present the devices of torture!
Farquaad s GUARDS pull out torture devices a rolling pin, a giant spatula, an egg-beater, a carton of milk, etc...)
GINGY
Uh-uh, uhh, now wait a minute. Let s not go crazy. Maybe I have heard tell of a princess.
FARQUAAD
From who?
GINGY
Do you know the Muffin Man?
FARQUAAD
The Muffin Man?
GINGY
The Muffin Man.
FARQUAAD
Yes. I know the Muffin Man. Who lives on Drury Lane?
GINGY
Well, I heard it from the Muffin Man.
FARQUAAD
The Muffin Man?!
GINGY
The Muffin Man!
FARQUAAD
(thoughtful, to himself)
He heard it from the Muffin Man...
GINGY
Can I go now?
FARQUAAD
You haven t told me where she is!
GINGY
I can t!
FARQUAAD
You must!
GINGY
I won t!
FARQUAAD
Tell me or I ll- !
(FARQUAAD reaches for GINGY s buttons.)
GINGY
No! Not the buttons! Not my gumdrop buttons! -
Why I should never fall in love
Why I should never fall in love
Because I love to fast
I love to hard
I love too deeply
Then it hurts too much
I love the outsiders
I love the out ones out
I love the complexities of people
The ones that are “hard to love “
The ones that over-explain
The ones in love with knowledge
For the ones in love with knowledge are in love with life
I love the ones that had it rough
For those people who relate to me
I love the ones who love other people
Because there’s not enough love
I love those people
Because they know how it feels
How it feels to not be loved back
Deeply and correctly
And passionately and kindly
And thoroughly and intensely
Still and all I’ll never know what love is
I’ll never fall in love without regret
Because these people are sporadic
They are recherché and special
I am arduous and convoluted
I am sophisticated with no expression I am perspicacious and selfless
I am prepossessing and sympathetic
Sadly this is all for nothing
For no one wants to get to know me
The people I love thinks the same
No one wants to get to know them
For I don’t exist to them which is sad
For I already love them
But they will never know me -
ugh
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hate it here
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Wanted to start character development and all that other stuff again but I give up
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