Representation Through Humiliation


A Conference with the Almighty

Frist: Alright, Darla, it's time for me to leave you now.
Girl: Not yet Billy! What will I do without you?
Frist: You'll find someone else, Darla, stay strong. I'm going to God.
Girl: Please... William!
Frist: I've got to do it, Darla. I've got a meeting with the Lord.
Girl: (weeping in such a way that her hair becomes matted to her face by the salinity of her trickling tears) BILL!
Frist: It's time. (steps through door)
Girl: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (faints)