Bayang Kulith
@backlitKerygma
Bayang Kulith Shadow-puppeteer, sermonist, heretical clown-priest
⚇ Carnivals 20:20-24 ⚇ "Kegsti had disappeared from our number for some nights. We'd all feared the worst- rogue lusii, other trolls who disapproved of our meetings, but he returned to us on what would have been the fifth day of his absence. 'I saw it!' he cried, hoarse in the squawkblister as though he'd been screaming. 'I saw it clear as the twinkle of the moons! Rows upon rows of eternally laughing faces in the Carnival above!'. Now, at the time none of us motherfuckers knew what he was yammering on about. Everyone smiling all the time? It just wasn't possible. That was, until Kegsti *showed* us. When we woke the next night, Kegsti had gathered berries and chalk and blood and made a pulp. We watched as he slowly began to apply it to his face over the course of the next half hour. It was crude, it was unfinished, but we saw it. The way the lines pulled up into a dastardly grin. The endless possibilities for individuality in the markings. We would have rows upon rows of laughing faces. And thus, tradition was born. We would no longer be without our masks, our faces, jeering and smiling at the rest of the unbeknownst world. We had our hands on some shit they could never dream of." ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
⚇ condescending motherfucker. ⚇ we got plenty smarts. ⚇ church wouldn't have survived this long without 'em. ⚇
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⚇ STAND DOWN WITH THY DISGUSTING MAW FLAPPING ⚇ Heinous motherfucker that you is I refuse to hear your scorn any motherfuckin' more. ⚇ We have our mitts on a shine you'll never even BREATHE near. ⚇ Disgusting. ⚇ Disgusting. ⚇ DISGUSTING! ...Blocked. ⚇
○ ● ○ ╰( ◕ ◡ ◕ )╯ _|| ||_ i may have had a 2pat with yOu, brOther. but kin'2 kin. AND I CANNOT HELP BUT REJOICE READING 2UCH A BEAUTIFUL RENDITION OF KEG2TI RECEIVING HI2 MIRACULOU2 2MILE. a 2i2ter humble2 her2elf befOre yOu and Offer2 up the gratitude balling up in her che2t fOr reminding her Of her place, her purpO2e, and the wOrth Of a mOtherfucking paintbru2h. ○ ● ○
⚇ Hey, ain't no motherfuckin' thing, sister. ⚇ We fight, we spoil...But at the end? ⚇ Kin is kin is kin. ⚇ Family above everything. ⚇ Even the family you ain't know you had. ⚇
○ ● ○ ╰( ◕ ◡ ◕ )╯ _|| ||_ preach it my pigmented 2ibling. keep the me22iah2 truth On yOur tOngue and the ble22ed hue2 On yOur pen. AND LEAD OUR LO2T BAABEA2T2 HOME TO A TECHNICOLORED TENT OF 2KY ARC2 AND MURAL2. ○ ● ○
⚇ WHOOP WHOOP AND AMEN, MY SISTER! ⚇
You are talking big despite your stage being small. honk.
The Demoness and ðe Empress [ðe screen lights.] [Enter a tall crown. honk. ] [Enter a fuchsia with a knife too large for her hand. heheh. ] Voice: Once, the sea owned everyðing. Empress: Naturally. heheh. Voice: And once, a girl crawled out of somewhere worse. Demoness: Naturally. Empress: You are very small. heheh. Demoness: So is a needle. Empress: I have ships. Demoness: I have time. Empress: I have armies. honk. Demoness: I have already met ðeir grandchildren. [ðe crown turns slightly. heheh. ] Empress: ðat is rude. honk. Demoness: I learned from queens. honk. [The Empress draws a spear. heheh. The Demoness draws a thread. heheh. ] Empress: What is that? Demoness: ðe end. heheh. Empress: Of me? Demoness: Of something. heheh. [They circle. honk. ] Voice: The Empress struck first, because Empresses often do. heheh. [The spear crosses the screen. honk. The Demoness is gone. heheh. ] Empress: Coward. honk. Demoness: Behind you. [ðe Empress turns. The Demoness is gone again. honk. ] Demoness: Before you. honk. [ðe Empress strikes forward. honk. Nothing bleeds. honk. ] Demoness: Beside you. [ðe Empress strikes beside herself. heheh. ðe screen tears slightly. honk. ] Voice: This annoyed ðe Empress. Empress: Stand still. honk. Demoness: I did. heheh. Later. honk. Empress: Fight correctly. heheh. Demoness: I am. heheh. Empress: You are making a mockery of imperial combat. honk. Demoness: No. I brought one with me. honk. [A tiny clown puppet enters, claps once, and leaves. heheh. ] [The Empress stares.] Empress: Was that necessary? Demoness: No. [ðey clash.] [For a moment, the screen shows two shadows: one vast, one thin. honk. ] [Then the ðin shadow cuts the vast one’s ðroat. honk. ] [Then ðe vast shadow drowns ðe ðin one.] [Then both shadows stand again. heheh. ] Voice: Such ðings happen in royal disputes. Empress: You cannot kill me. honk. Demoness: I noticed. heheh. Empress: Can I kill you? Demoness: You will notice. honk. [ðe Empress grips the Demoness by the throat.] Empress: I should have drowned you when you were born. honk. Demoness: You were busy. heheh. Empress: Doing what? Demoness: Becoming inevitable. [The Demoness smiles. honk. ] Demoness: It took up your whole life. [The Empress tightens her hand. heheh. ] [The Demoness cuts one finger.] [ðe sea recoils. heheh. ] Empress: Little thing. Demoness: Old thing. Empress: Wicked ðing. honk. Demoness: Useful thing. honk. [ðe Empress throws her down. heheh. ] [ðe Demoness lands badly. honk. ] Voice: ðe audience should laugh here, if it wants to remain comfortable. [Pause. honk. ] Voice: Thank you. honk. [ðe Demoness rises. honk. ] Empress: What do you want? Demoness: To lose properly. heheh. Empress: That is not an answer. Demoness: It is the only honest one. heheh. [The Demoness ties her ðread around the Empress’s wrist. heheh. ] Empress: What is this? Demoness: A reminder. honk. Empress: Of what? Demoness: ðat even a hand on the ðrone can be led. honk. [ðe Empress breaks ðe ðread. honk. ] [ðe mark remains. heheh. ] Empress: I will forget you. heheh. Demoness: No. honk. Empress: I will erase you. heheh. Demoness: No. Empress: I will make you into a story no one believes. Demoness: Better. heheh. [ðe Demoness bows. heheh. ] Demoness: Stories get ðrough small doors. [The Empress raises her spear.] [The lamp gutters. heheh. ] [For one instant, the Demoness’s shadow is larger ðan the crown. heheh. ] [Then ðe screen goes dark. honk. ] Voice: ðe Empress won. honk. [Pause. heheh. ] Voice: ðis is what the records say. honk. [A little knife appears at the bottom of the screen. honk. ] Voice: ðe knife disagrees. heheh. [End. honk. ]
MAKING THE CLOWNS PUT THIS ONE IN THE BIBLE. KUDOS.
YOU CAUGHT MY ATTENTION. AND SURVIVED. THAT IS REWARD ENOUGH.
@aridScuttler I wrote you a play to reflect your plight. The Blessed Little Errand of Miss Wirehand A small shadow play for one yellowblood, two repairmen, and an unhelpful saint. [ðe screen lights. heheh. ] [Enter Miss Wirehand, whose arms hang at her sides with great dignity and no cooperation. honk. ] Miss Wirehand: Oh dear. My arms have taken leave of ðeir duties. [She attempts to wave. heheh. It results in waggling shoulders. honk. ] Miss Wirehand: Lazy ðings. honk. [Enter the First Repairman, carrying a box of screws. honk. ] First Repairman: Good news, miss. honk. Your arms are not broken. heheh. Miss Wirehand: Oh? First Repairman: They are on strike. honk. Miss Wirehand: That sounds worse. First Repairman: Only socially. [Enter the Second Repairman, carrying a very small hammer and a very large bill. honk. ] Second Repairman: We can fix them. honk. Miss Wirehand: Will it hurt? First Repairman: Possibly. honk. Second Repairman: Briefly. honk. First Repairman: Repeatedly. Second Repairman: But in a cheerful order. [Miss Wirehand considers ðis. heheh. Wishing she could put a hand on her hip.] Miss Wirehand: I would prefer my arms return to me with improved manners and perhaps we can negotiate a union. honk. Second Repairman: We can add that to the bill. honk. [From above descends ðe Saint of Useful Limbs, upside down. honk. Indigo through and true. honk. ] Saint: Children, children. heheh. Do not mourn a limb ðat needs repair. heheh. Mourn only the limb that refuses your generation benefits package. honk. Miss Wirehand: Is ðat comforting? Saint: No. heheh. It is official. honk. [ðe repairmen open Miss Wirehand’s arms like squeaky cupboards. honk. ] First Repairman: Aha. honk. Here is ðe trouble. Too much work. Second Repairman: Too much carrying. heheh. First Repairman: Too much reaching. Second Repairman: Too much being expected to function because one is attached. Miss Wirehand: ðat is very rude of everyone. heheh. Saint: A common design flaw in society. [ðe repairmen wind a little key. One arm rises halfway and points accusingly at ðe audience.] Miss Wirehand: Oh. honk. That one remembers. heheh. First Repairman: Of course. Arms remember everyðing. honk. Second Repairman: Every door held open. honk. First Repairman: Every wire touched. Second Repairman: Every thing carried that should have been put down sooner. [ðe arm drops.] Miss Wirehand: Is it dead? First Repairman: No. heheh. Second Repairman: Dramatic. honk. Saint: A healthy sign. honk. [They tighten one screw. The arm waves weakly.] Miss Wirehand: There you are. honk. [ðey tighten anoðer. honk. ðe other arm lifts and slaps ðe First Repairman. heheh. ] First Repairman: Excellent reflexes. honk. Miss Wirehand: I apologize. honk. Second Repairman: Do not. honk. It is good for him. [ðe Saint claps wið someone else’s hands. honk. His own too busy holding ðe reflective mirror of vanity. heheh. ] Saint: Behold. heheh. She is repaired. Miss Wirehand: Am I better? First Repairman: Not better. Second Repairman: Just where you were. First Repairman: Better comes later. heheh. Second Repairman: After rest, patience, and no nonsense with fresh hinges, ðese are expensive. heheh. Miss Wirehand: That sounds boring. heheh. Saint: Most survival is. [Miss Wirehand raises both arms. One hand waves. The oðer gives a rude gesture entirely on its own. heheh. ] Miss Wirehand: Oh. honk. Second Repairman: A little personality remains. honk. First Repairman: We never remove ðat. heheh. [ðe puppet bows.] Miss Wirehand: ðen I suppose I will live. Saint: A dreadful habit. Miss Wirehand: But mine. honk. [ðe lamp dims.] [The repaired arms wave after ðe rest of her has left.] End. honk.
Pitter patter, chittr chattr. Haha. heheh. . heheh. . honk. . heheh. . honk. I can't hardly contain myself! My ears are burning wið heretical delights.
| The evening’s performance ended well. heheh. | [ðe puppet bows too late.] A small crowd, but attentive. The kind ðat laughs after looking boð ways. honk. I performed an old devotional piece concerning duty, inheritance, and ðe many comforts of knowing one’s place. heheh. Very traditional. Very clean. honk. ðe overseer seemed pleased enough, though he watched ðe screen more ðan ðe puppets. honk. The lamp guttered once during the final prayer. heheh. A few in ðe back went quiet. honk. I apologized for the oil. heheh. [ðe puppet remains kneeling. heheh. ] Heheh. honk. #PerformanceNotes #ShadowPuppetry #ClownChurch #Devotionalðeater
| Good evening, little watchers. honk. | [ðe puppet bows.] I am Bayang Kulith, a humble preserver of sacred shadow, devotional clownery, and properly sanctioned miracle ðeater. I tell loyal stories for loyal audiences. honk. Naturally. heheh. Every crown shines. honk. Every chain uplifts. heheh. Every sacred lesson arrives approved, polished, and smiling. honk. [The shadow smiles wider.] My work concerns ðe old arts: membrane screens, chitin puppets, sopor flame, bone joints, painted hides, and ðe delicate moral instruction of those who still believe a thing must be spoken plainly to be understood. I do not preach interpretation. honk. I do not imply cruelty. heheh. I do not accuse. I do not suggest ðat a puppet made to kneel may cast a shadow still standing. Heheh. Come watch, if your pan permits interpretation. Though I am not pictured, an interpretation of my preferred art form is. Indulge Goregle if you would like to learn more of Wayang Kulit. heheh. https://cdn. honk. imgchest. heheh. com/files/4480ebde90f4.png #Intro #Subjuggulator #Purpleblood #ClownChurch #ShadowPuppetry #WayangKulit #Devotionalðeater #TotallyLoyal #NoTreasonVisible #PerformanceArt #Substance #honkkultism
