Downstage right is a mattress that has ruptured in parts and dirt and marigolds spill out of its fuzzy wounds. At the DS end of it is a silver bucket with red apples floating in it. There are 25 ladybugs set loose on the stage and everywhere. The space itself should feel vaguely like the inside of a mouth. It should be both under construction and falling apart. A woman walks too quickly on stage. She is holding an icepick in one hand and a hand-held tape recorder in the other. As soon as she enters she begins talking rapidly into the recorder.
WOMAN
Last night I made a two hour long video of my face while I watched Honey I Shrunk the Kids for the first time since I was a kid. I don't know. Anyways. It’s day one with the strips. I don’t know. I read the box a bunch of times but I can’t tell if I’m doing it right. It feels weird. It feels squishy. It feels artificial sort of in a good perverse way? It feels like there is weird fabric on my teeth. There is weird fabric on my teeth.
WOMAN lies down on the bed face up and traces designs in the air with her fingers.
Enter WOMAN 2
Beep beep beep
WOMAN picks up her phone
What the fuck always abbreviating. You should have seen the way he abbreviated stuff haha
WOMAN 2
Hahah can I see it
WOMAN
No my phone is really fucked my phone is really fucked my phone is like really coked out right now hahhaha yeah, OK, take a breather, haha wow, yeah. Phew. PHEW. Ha ha.
WOMAN 2
You have some clear shit on your teeth
WOMAN 1
Yes it works to make my mouth like the inside of a 7-11, fluorescent white + I’m on a war against plaque and I’m going to win, beauty wins beauty always wins
WOMAN 2
You don’t say
WOMAN 1
Yes that’s a habit of mine-
A phone rings
WOMAN 1
Hello? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
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