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CHURCH & STATE
KICK
KISS
KILL
Evelyn Hartogh’s first one woman show and first full length play
Premiered 27, 28 & 29
July 2006.
Brisbane
Festival Theatre Fringe @ Metro Arts Studio.
ACT 2. Barbie Kisses
ACT
ONE
Kick
Wonder Woman Kick
Copyright
Evelyn Hartogh 2006
Well hello Australia!
I’m so pleased to be here as I just got thrown out of America because
Bush thinks I’m a terrorist.
He actually said I was a living weapon of mass destruction. Apparently my mission of Peace contravenes
the patriot act because you know they are at war. So I flew here on the invisible plane, kind of heard you lock up
people who arrive on boats – must be a cultural thing.
As is my duty as an Amazon princess and a delegate from Paradise
Island I have to meet with heads of state in all the countries I visit. Well I flew the invisible plane down meet
your Prime Minister. Fortunately I had
no trouble getting an audience with John Howard, after all he is a monarchist
and he was keen to meet a real life princess.
So the first thing I said to him was how surprised I was to find
all these white people, and how much less green I saw on the land flying over
and how I could no longer smell the Eucalyptus as I had hundreds of years ago
flying over the Pacific Ocean and nearing Australia. It sure has changed. So I
asked him about all the Yolongu up north that I once hunted magpie geese with
or the Turraball and Jagera near Brisbane – how do they fare? I met with all the Murris and the Kooris
hundreds of years ago but this year I was told you were the head of
Australia. So I wondered how did you
receive the indigenous peoples? What sort of treaties and repatriation did you
given them for the land?
John Howard grew quiet at this point and I was on a schedule – I
had to give a report back to Paradise Island when I got home - because every
time I go back to Paradise Island they want to know – have you ended
oppression? Are the weak no longer exploited? Are all people in man’s world no
treated with respect and dignity? I had
to time to waste - so I tied up John Howard in my lasso of truth – handy thing
to have when dealing with heads of state – and this is what he told me:
Well Wonder Woman I’m glad you asked these questions. Darn this lasso is tight! Well actually OK alright we massacred
thousands of the indigenous people wherever there was land or minerals or water
we wanted, course we kept it out of the history books – we actually just
pretended nobody lived here and we tried to make that true by killing as many
of them as possible. Then we made them
work for us and well what would they have done with the money – we said we held
it in trust but we spent it. Then we
took away their children from them, they just kept breeding you see and were
not dying out as we had hoped. Once I
got in power I was sick of all this land rights twaddle so I cut we cut most of
the funding to their the social services.
I was hoping to create a crisis in the communities. And it has worked a treat – the media has
been great – now everyone just thinks all the indigenous people are just
alcoholics and child molesters. At
least they are finally dying off – we cut back on their health services too –
most of them have kidney disease and diabetes – probably won’t have anyone to
say sorry too pretty soon – heh-heh. Of
course sometimes I worry about Australia’s image overseas what with all the
human rights leftie academics complaining endlessly – but it is alright -
Aboriginal art is really popular overseas – so things are fine. Now do you mind untying this lasso Wonder
Woman – as erotic as the experience has been.
Suffering Sappho! The truth is funny thing. I felt physically sick from John Howard’s
confession, but an Amazon has to keep going – Merciful Minerva! I had to squeeze in a meeting with the
Justice League before I reported back to Paradise Island. By the Fires of Hestia! What a shake up
lately in the Justice League! Superman
is out of the closet finally – his extra secret identity, the new Batwoman
Kathy Kane is an out and proud lipstick lesbian. Of course Batman has been out for years. Hawkman and Hawkwoman are the only straight
superheroes left in the Justice League – Aquaman has such a fluid sexuality he
doesn’t like to be defined. As for me I
think it is high time I put all those rumours to rest about my sexuality – that
whole thing with Steve Trevor was blown out of all proportion – I thought Steve
was just a really butch lady - I am not – nor have I have been, and never will
be, straight. I’m an Amazon from an
Island of all women, only women – there is a reason we choose to live together.
Just had the biggest battle recently – had to blind myself to win
– true story – I was up against Medusa, Circe had resurrected her and Athena
chose me as her Champion to fight her in a televised bout – didn’t you see it –
bet you were all watching the world cup – well I had to wear a blind fold see –
because her gaze turns people into stone – well she ripped it off and had me
and the only thing I could do was listen for that snake hair of hers flopping
in the breeze – I heard a snake nearby, chopped it off and squeezed the venom into my eyes to blind
myself – I took away Medusa’s greatest weapon against me – long story, short,
we fought – I won – Athena later restored my sight.
But while I was blind things certainly took a turn for the worse
in man’s world. I’m at the Justice
League meeting and as usual Batman and Superman are arguing about who sold the
most action figures last week and whose movie had the highest box office
takings and I just lost it - For the Glory of Gaea - by the Fires of Hestia! I
was like you guys have you seen what is going on at the moment in this supposed
civilisation? Suffering Sappho! The
first world has enslaved the third world and gets all this cheap labour to make
cheap products so the first world can live in luxury. Meanwhile have any of you noticed there is a war going on? Merciful Minerva! Don’t you guys remember
fighting the Nazis in the forties? By
the owl of Athena! The world needs us to fight fascism again. We can’t spend all our time making movies
about our lives and designing action figures!
That’s when Superman called me a hypocrite he says: everyone
knows you have a movie coming out next year. Well it was the first I heard about it! I wanted to know who was making it and why I wasn’t
consulted. Superman told me the name of
the studio and I flew straight there on the invisible plane.
First off security won’t let me on the lot – he thought I was
there trying out for the role and said: sorry luv from what I hear they want
someone tall and slender for the part – more willowy, he explained. Willowy! You need the strength of the earth
and body like an oak tree for my battles – not some twig who will snap in the
first encounter with a supervillian!
I finally got to the producers office and stormed through ignoring
the secretary buzzing for security, and tied up the producers in my lasso of
truth and demanded they tell me what they were doing with the movie. Well then the lawyers turn up, tell me the
studio now owns the copyright on the Wonder Woman name and costume and they
hand me a gag order –they were disturbed about all my comments to the media
about my support for gay marriage and full financial rights for gay and lesbian
couples - you see the producers are worried my politics will jeopardise the G-
rating of the film.
Still bound in the lasso of truth the producer reminded me: Wonder
Woman we know your mission included respecting and abiding by the laws of man’s
world. He was right. I untied him
and left the office feeling defeated.
I flew the invisible plane back to Paradise Island with a heavy
heart. What a report I had to make - I
had been thrown out of America for being unpatriotic in wartime, my meeting
with John Howard only delivered news of yet more yet abuse and oppression I was
yet to end, the Justice League all cared more about fame than ending fascism,
and now Hollywood lawyers had bought my name and were preventing me from
speaking to the media about any important political issues.
My mission seemed over – I had failed. I could not end the war, I could not stop poorer nations being
exploited by rich ones, I had not reconciled the people who had been invaded in
the name of colonisation and exploration, and now I could not even talk about
bigotry and prejudice. How could I
fight to end racism, sexism, homophobia, or any oppression or exploitation? Even in the first world things were just
getting worse – even here in Australia if you were working class and mentally
ill you know had to live on the streets and even the workers rights were being
stripped away turning them into a slave labour force.
I slunk into Paradise Island like a thief in the night, a little
trick Catwoman taught me; I drank some wine and cried myself to sleep. My mission was over. I had failed.
The next morning I woke a little hungover and red eyed from all my
crying. I went to the temple of Athena
and I prayed for wisdom. Even though it
was daylight, a tiny bat flew into the temple and settled on Athena’s
hand. I had my answer – how could have
I forgotten? – Batman was a millionaire and Batman had always said he would provide
a lawyer for any superhero in a position where their noble mission conflicted
with some silly laws in man’s world.
By the Box of Pandora ! My hope
was restored!
I flew back to man’s world.
Batman got me a special super hero lawyer and they found a loophole in
the gag order. There was a way I could
return to my mission of peace and truth and justice – I just had to change my
costume and change one word in my name.
I immediately held a media conference.
I declared: I was no longer to be addressed as Wonder Woman : I
was now to be known as ‘a’ Wonder Woman, one could think of me as the superhero
formerly known as Wonder Woman. I was
returning to my 1940s fighting fascism costume with my skirt and eagle breast
plate – they could have those hotpants for the movie. I was also going to be more proactive in my mission. It was time I sought out injustice and
oppression and directly intervened in wars to bring about peace. It was time I freed the refugees in prison,
and it was high time I gave Australia back to the indigenous people, and about
time I opened hearts to understand that any two people who love each other have
every right to marriage!
I had been silent and polite in my diplomatic duties for too
long. It was time I raised my voice and
was heard. The next day very few of my
words appeared in the papers, but it was a start. They was one thing I knew for sure from that moment onward – they
were never going to shut me up again!
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ACT
TWO
Kiss
Barbie Kiss
Copyright
Evelyn Hartogh 2006
COWGIRL
BARBIE: Howdy Y’all I’ve just been out rounding up the
Ken Dolls.
Gotta see which of those lads is ready to go out to stud. Them’s been a feisty lot this year, those
boys what with their magic earrings.
Sometimes I can’t get those Ken’s into line they seem to prefer to spend
time with each other more than me – but boy do they love the spurs and the
stirrups, and the chaps. But that boy
knows he’s up for the duty, what he was made for – time for him to go out to
stud.
I have been called many things – the second coming, the anti-Christ,
a symbol of western decadence, too thin and too busty, in just a couple of
years I will be fifty and it’s about time I got my due! In a few years time there will be more
manifestations of me, the original blonde white goddess, than any humans on this
planet. They are even fighting wars
over me – you think oil and petrol are just needed for cars? I’m 100% petrovinylchloride – or PVC to the
hipsters …
When I first became a goddess in 1959, I had the best hair and the
great toymakers thought I should have a mate – so they took some of plastic
mould and two years later – poof! Ken appeared fully formed. My consort – just like the year kings of
ancient times, every year we have a symbolic marriage - That’s when I started getting fancy dresses
every year for me’n Ken’s weddin’.
I get a brand new, fancy frilly wedding dress every darn year –
been now about - ooh – lemme see –
never was too good with numbers – math’s class is hard – I prefer to go
shopping with my credit card so I don’t have to add things up – lemme see first
became a goddess in 1959, got consort two years later in 1961 – so I had my
first wedding dress in 1961 so that means it has been almost fifty dresses and
no darn weddin’ night – not ever!
Well at least I’m busier than a beaver with her dam – being a
goddess means being omniscient – do you think it is easy being all at the same
time a cowgirl and ballerina and nurse and teacher and every fairy tale
princess and every super heroine and every princess from history - all at the
same time – every minute of the day. As
I get more popular I’m multi-tasking all over the place – I have more than 6
billion, at the last count, manifestations of my divine Barbarian goddess self
all over world – not that I want to boast – but its been less than half a
century and I am omnipresent, instantly recognizable and worshipped and
reviled. There aren’t many religions
that got started so quickly!
BALLERINA
BARBIE: Ahh, Well this is so much better. A lady should always take care to remain
dignified. Some people, who shall
remain nameless, think they can run around and call themselves divine while
exhibiting truly base behaviour. Ballet
teaches strength through pain, discipline, hard work, and composure. A lady should always light up a room when
she enters it, and take the time to speak to everyone – especially those
beneath you. Never forget the people
you walk on – you need their support.
Unless of course you can get someone else to look after them for
you – by keeping them too busy. How I
admire the great leaders of our empire – Bush, Blair and Howard – such proud
white men, making sure our values do not change, keeping our country free from
terrorists, locking up anyone who looks funny, making sure we always have
enough oil and heroin in the west.
Most people aren’t aware of the genius of John Howard and George
Bush. They understand that poverty is
just the result of a lack of motivation.
Smart people know how to capitalise on the good from the past and put
aside the bad. Howard and Bush are just lucky to live in countries rich in
resources – but they personally did not harm any of the original inhabitants,
or anyone in fact, the condition of other people’s lives is not their
responsibility. Howard didn’t
personally come and take Australia from the original inhabitants, he didn’t
personally slaughter millions of them, and he didn’t personally use them as
slave labour and misplace the wages held in trust by the government. And Bush he didn’t personally invade any
country did he? And he didn’t personally take America from anyone. Bush and Howard are just fortunate that in
the past all those things were acquired – the land, the timber, the animals,
the waterways, the minerals, the oil.
Bush knows that most ancient of resources that valuable oil is
more precious than gold. Howard knows
it would be like handing over a moral victory if he ever apologised for the
exploitation that he now benefits from.
He can’t waste time feeling bad about someone else’s mistakes now can
he? He just embraces the good and
stays positive, avoiding all that unpleasant negative stuff.
Feel the pain – now that’s what I call living – high heels – now
they hurt the most – although I have been through all the tough stuff – I have
already had my lower ribcage removed and all of my internal organs compacted –
I was under anaesthetic for that – so it wasn’t that big of a deal – but the
high heels – they are daily torture and the eyebrow plucking and the leg shaving
and waxing – it all takes forever – If I can’t be bothered for a couple of days
I become like a wild forest of tangled undergrowth and my eyebrows join up in
the centre – people think I just come into that box perfect – they have no idea
how much work I have to do everyday just to be perfect enough for that pink box
– and still I get criticised!
Those fashion police are always going on about how all my fancy
frilly dresses are still puff ball eighties drag queen nightmares – how dare
they – I have my signature look and I have never deviated from it – its big,
its bold, its fabulous – I was gay before even gay was gay – I have been the
avatar of dominatrix sweetie pies the world over – why without me there would
have been no Spice Girls, no Drew Barrymore, no Heather Locklear, no Britney
Spears, no Paris Hilton – even dare I say no Madonna – and certainly no Kylie
Minogue, no Anna Nicole Smith, no Marilyn Monroe, no Jayne Mansfield, no Lily
Saint Cyr, and no Brigitte Bardot!
Everybody is copying my look – have you seen the amount of
bleached hair these days? Bleach,
bleach, bleach – dark roots are everywhere and I can tell you the curtains do
not match the carpet! Although these days it is mostly polished floor boards
more than carpets …
But I was the first to be smooth and hairless with tons of blonde
hair on my head and all those copycats are getting so popular – how dare
they! It is so important to be popular
– but I guess there are some things just as important – like being nice, and
being pretty – I’m still the prettiest!
And being loved is important too – and everyone loves me – but, but, the
most important thing in the world – don’t forget this ladies – the most
important thing in the world is to be looked at!
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ACT
3
Kill
Lillith Kill
Copyright
Evelyn Hartogh 2006
I am the last one left – but I was also here first …
I am Lillith the oldest and most powerful goddess in the
universe. I have been watching all of
you for a millennia and I’m not one of your fluffy earth mother goddess types
forget your incense and neopaganism cosiness - not me sweethearts, not me at
all. I have the messiest, bloodiest,
dirtiest job of all. I was here first and I will always will be here - I guard
the portal of life and death – I take the babies that die as they are born, I
govern the blood that pours from women’s passages each moon, I watch over the
dying and the dead and I make sure they decay to give fuel for the new
life. My job means getting my hands
dirty in the blood drenched wombs and the rotting, decaying flesh – some call
me the first vampire, others have named me patron goddess of holy menstruation!
But the thing is you lot seems to have forgotten about me! I have seen what you do to each other – any
difference you find an excuse to kill each other.
You uphold the beauty of women but you use it as an excuse to rape
them, try to keep them ignorant and poor, see them as less than the men. You idiot humans – pretending there are just
two genders – I’m at the portal you little fools I’m at the arse and the cunt
and the cock – I see all the bits and pieces – you humans have more than five
genders – sure there are more born male and female but still at least one in
every one thousand of you is not male or female but one of the many other
genders. But do you even have a name
for all those you reject? Oh you lump
then together in the category of Hermaphrodite – how ironic – Hermes the
messenger and Aphrodite the goddess of love – the love messengers that you hate
and reject!
And your colours! You
fools even use that as an excuse to massacre and steal and lie from each
other! You white people aren’t even
white – you are pink! Yet you pink ones
think that anyone with a darker skin has no right to their land or their
lives! I used to find all of this funny
– thinking you mortals were young and would slowly learn – but no! You kill over genitals, over colour, and
even over love! With your absurd idea
that only men and women may love each other therefore you think that gives you
a right to attack and push aside any man who loves a man or woman who loves a
woman! I am utterly disgusted with you
mortals and I can no longer stand the sight of you – you even treat your own
planet with the same contempt you treat each other! So fuck you – the lot of you – this is it! I’m bringing down some of the fire and
destruction you have brought to my sisters!
Sure I was having a tea break with Hecate during the witch trials
but we smelt all the flesh being burnt at the stake – we were the ones who had
to clean up the mess! And your
scapegoating and abuse continues – you learn nothing – so I am here to destroy
you all. Death and destruction babies –
watch your pathetic little planet go up in flames. Ever since creation you have only worked to harm each other.
I have seen it all – let me tell you how your creation really went
down – I was just hanging out at my portal of life and death minding my own
business when this god character stars making himself angels – the first angel
he creates is Lucifer the bringer of light and he creates Lucifer to only love
him – thing is god gets bored and decides to make himself a man – calls him
Adam and god tells Lucifer to love Adam – trouble is god hadn’t planned this
through – god forgot he had created Lucifer to only love god – Lucifer just
wasn’t made to love Adam. Lucifer
isn’t into this three-way that god wants and god and Lucifer start having the
biggest screaming queeny hissy fight.
The whole universe shook at their love spat until god ends it by shoving
Lucifer down to hell. He sees me
hanging around and renames me the demon of death that kills babies and makes
women bleed and he named Lucifer as the great deceiver and liar so that no one
would ever believe him and god could continue in his despotic reign of terror.
Trouble is god misses his first love and things just aren’t
working with Adam. God is trying to set
himself up as the lord of all creation – trouble is I have been here all along
– so god figures kill two birds with one stone and marries me off to Adam. What was he thinking? I’m an immortal, infinite goddess and Adam
he was literally born yesterday! Adam
tried to dominate me but I won’t have it – I said I would stand by his side as an
equal but that isn’t good enough for the first man – so I left Adam to stomp around
Eden bossing around all the animals.
God decides he better make a woman for Adam and he creates Eve to be his
companion and lie beneath him. So Adam
and Eve are hanging out in the Garden of Eden all naked and without shame and
having a good time.
One day while Adam was having a nap I went for a slither about on
my magical tree of knowledge and I says hello to Eve and she is all shy and
says: god doesn’t want me talking to you Lillith he doesn’t want my head filled
with too many ideas, he says I’m his creation and only should only listen to
him. That makes me laugh and I say hey
baby don’t worry and I tell her about pleasure and blood and the power of the
womb and you know one thing leads to another.
Then Adam walks in on me and Eve getting it on. Adam is angry and demands god must do
something. So god throws Adam and Eve
out of Eden and tosses me down to Hell with Lucifer.
Now not many of Adam and Eve’s children are following God’s rules
and getting into heavan – most of them are coming down to hell with Lucifer and
I. We offer haven and compassion to
every soul – we don’t judge them like god does
… we care for all those that god rejects. We accept everyone down in hell – it is warm and cosy, and we
have the best parties and the best drugs.
Well god is rather jealous that hell is so popular so he sends a
flood and wipes out all those who don’t believe him – the only survivors are
some boat people Noah was trying to evacuate.
After the flood god sends a rainbow and tells Noah as long as he obeys
his will no longer be god send any floods, only the life giving rain for
crops. Noah is way happy and he plants
a vineyard and celebrates a little too much when the first wine is fermented. He gets drunk as a skunk and staggers to his
tent passing out in the nude.
Noah’s son Ham walks into the tent and sees his dad pissed and
naked – he calls his brothers to come check this out – those boys they walk
backwards into the tent and throw a blanket over Noah – they hide his shame –
only Ham is brave enough to confront the truth that their father Noah is an
alcoholic. Only Ham cared enough about
his father to try and have an intervention.
But does Noah reward his brave and honest son – no instead Noah
wakes up and is so angry that Ham saw Noah’s drug and alcohol problem that he
curses all the sons of Ham to be the slaves of the sons of his brothers – they
say the sons of Ham were marked - were dark – and that was the excuse you
horrible little humans used to enslave Africans, to take Aboriginal land, to create
Apartheid, and to believe in the sick idea of white superiority. You vile creatures saw racism as a god given
declaration!
Oh it is so funny now isn’t it?
Now the whole son of Ham idea has been debunked – but these days you use
the bible as an excuse to hate anyone who makes love with matching
genitals! You use the same part of the
bible that condemns wearing clothes woven of different cloths, eating shellfish
or wearing glasses. But I don’t see any
supposed Christians protesting outside haberdashery departments or the fish and
chippy or the optical superstore!
You just can’t take any responsibility for your own actions can
you? Instead you find a way to
interpret a old book and claim it lets you murder in the name of the sacred!
And it isn’t just each other that treat with such contempt – your
planet is dying from your greed, the ice caps are melting from your filthy
pollution that keeps in too much light – your animals are dying cause they have
nowhere to live – do you realise you have less then a decade before you cannot
even live on this planet anymore?
Hell I don’t need to kill you people – you are doing to yourselves
– but unless you all want to die you better start treating each other with some
respect – time you cared more about other people – because if you want to
pretend all these problems are too big for you – think again – every day you
have a chance to care for another more than for yourself – to consider the
needs of those around you more than your own desires!
If you don’t start finding compassion for each other – if you
don’t stop finding any excuses to kill each other – then it is goodbye water,
goodbye land, goodbye animals, good bye each other, and it will be THE END.
“Evelyn Hartogh gets severely lost in the
translation and descends into a preachy soapbox piece that accuses the audience
of being racist, sexist, homophobic bigots.
In a nutshell: A great idea that needs to return to the drawing board” Dan Evans SCENE
2006
“She famously appeared in the Queen St Mall with a vacuum cleaner
pledging to ‘clean up the city’ … Hartogh plays them all for laughs, as well as
doing wicked impressions of the peripheral characters such as John Howard. And she makes her own costumes. She truly is a Wonder Woman” Nick Bray THE
COURIER MAIL 2006
“CRITICS PICKS: Dan Evans picks ‘Kick Kiss Kill’. Wonder Woman, Barbie and Lillith all in one
performance? All facing a postmodern existential crisis? Hell yeah!
Why Not? In an age of comic-book
movie remakes, it’s about time some of these characters migrated to the
boards. Writer/ Performer Evelyn
Hartogh gives us an altered perspective on some famous pop culutre [sic] icons
that promises to be both comical and off the wall” Dan Evans SCENE
2006
“Evelyn
Hartogh will take to the stage as Wonder Woman as part of her one-woman show at
this month’s Brisbane Festival but her enthusiasm for the comic-strip character
goes well beyond the professional. … ‘I am a total comic nerd. I spend more money on comics than I do on
clothes’” Andrew Fraser THE
WEEKEND AUSTRALIAN 2006
FRONT COVER Evelyn Hartogh
SCENE
#648 2006 July 3
scene
FRONT COVER:
Evelyn Hartogh
as Wonder Woman preparing to vacuum
(Photographed by Alicia Lane 2006)
“When you mix
a writer/historian who dabbles in performance poetry with a performer whose
range extends from opera to circus you end up with a look at the world with the
help of Barbie, Ken and Wonderwoman [sic].
West End’s Evelyn Hartogh and Cooparoo’s Mandy Curties met at university
when Hartogh was studying literature and Curties studying drama. After
going their separate ways they reunited when Hartogh asked Curties to direct
her performance - most recently in Kick,
Kiss, Kill [sic]. “She would stand
up and do performance poetry. It was
clever stuff, funny and politically incisive,” Curties said. Kick, Kiss, Kill [sic] is three short
acts as part of the Brisbane Festival Theatre Fringe. It is at Metro Arts until Saturday. Eccentric Theatrics CITY
SOUTH NEWS 2006
“PERFORMANCE
artist, activist and Queensland Pride writer Evelyn Hartogh will present her first
three act, three character one-woman show … Wonder woman is trying to
understand the bigotry and prejudice of man’s world and wondering why people
are racist, sexist, homophobic and treat people with cruelty. Barbie is enjoying the privileges of being
thin, blonde, white, staright, and famous.
Meanwhile, Lillith is furious that everyone has forgotten about the
oldest and most dangerous goddess in the universe – Look Out!” Ev’s Wonderous Women will Kick Kiss
Kill QUEENSLAND
PRIDE 2006
COMING SOON
Wonderful
1992-2008 scripts, photos, articles, backstage
dramas and public and private controversy. Evelyn Hartogh has dividing critics since 1992
with performances of her
original scripts and characters. In Wonderful life and
performance overlap in a book which tells the stories behind the stories …
Wonderful by Evelyn Hartogh
Due to be released in 2009
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MYTHS
CHURCH & STATE
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