Ad-Lib:A Buh.Story
Group: buh.shit
Date: Sat, Oct 26, 2002, 7:38pm (CDT-2)
From: rasputinous@hotmail.com (Wilfred the Rasputinous)
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, lived a man named Obiwannosi. The townspeople called him Sir Obi, for the fact he knew all and was very wise and powerful.
One night, when the moon was full, Sir Obi lit a candle, dressed in a robe and started dancing....
The neighbors, were not at all amused, and called the police. "Obi, ya old fart - did you forget to take your meds again", asked one flatfooted man in blue.
"You know I don't do drugs, medications, or even take asprins", the Obster replied. "Even enrriched white bread is suspect, in my book." The cop's partner asked, "So why the get-up at midnight, Obi? Why not just dance in the raw like you usually do?" "I gotta tell ya, I mighta ate some bad rocky road this time....It was laced with 'shrooms' that this Indian fakir gave me. I dreamed that I was in the company of Hindi dancers."
"So, what does that have to do with anything?' "Well, Kay Poursine's performance was a reminder that in art, talent can leap national boundaries. She made Padam "Velavare" a solo of poignant longing...and brought a sense of quiet dismay to "Padam: Niddirayil" in which a woman fears that she is losing her beauty...Yet she never exaggerated her gestures or overplayed any emotional effects.... she at all times upheld the dignity of a great art, and I just wanted to be as good...."
"But, why the candle?"....
"This candle?" replied Obi.
"Yes, that candle".
"Well it's strange, yessiree. During the day my life is bright and sunny. I have a direction, a place in the sun. When night comes, my life is dark and I am unable to see my way through the blackness that surrounds me. This candle brightens my path in my dark hour." " Wow, thats... thats..that's kind of a sad analogy." commented the policeman. "How long has this been going on?" "Well," replied Obi, "this has been happening ever since I stopped paying my power bill ....."