"...plasticville"

I sleep too much. Dreams full of dead people I used to know. Wake wander about then sit watching the seasons pass. I’m writing a half-act play. Plot the usual. Life death, and static. It’s based on the life of Robespierre’s funnier cousin Eddy. He, and Stalin run a diner in Cincinnati in 1956. Lots of Lucy Show hijinks and ironic hells. I’ll make a video. Perform it with dolls toys and action figures. Things might have gone better for France if Eddy were in change.