A man who spent most of his life deceiving himself and now finds himself facing six years in rehabilitation prison and a death sentence on the outside. Sitting next to her a man of letters and words and moods. Over here, next to him we see a lady who has traded in a lifestyle of the rich and famous for work with underprivileged and exceptional children which I am sure makes her very pleased with herself, ladies and gentlemen. And yes, that's a refugee from an unnamed political philosophy, come here to spread his message of joy and peace amongst us. Starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in Café Shabu, you'll note a poet, a man of words by trade. Permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. Working my fingers to the bone, keeping my hands on the rungs of that ladder, that leads us out of the gutter to the light. Sentence for taking the licence to think of impossible plans. If you want to escape, all you have to do is make up your mind.īut you're not a prisoner here, and I'm made to work with my hands, part of my I'm looking for points of importance and historical interest, trapped by the same rate of exchange of that I'm running away from. A prison of my own devices, haven't we all? I'm a foreigner here and I'm feeling just a little worn. I'm a stranger here with a sense of regret that I'd like to forget that I drank from a paranoid glass. You're the tourist here, you should take it easy. Just pass The Headless Horsemen, the Café Shabu. Overture - a) A Tourist - b) A Contact - c) A PrisonerĮxcuse me, excuse me! Can you show me the way out of here?
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