The house has gone from hushed to chaos. People that moments before had sat in unchallenged silence are now milling about and chattering. My eyes are still glued on the stage, the hushed silence still alive within me.
In a short while, the performance will commence. I see myself in the story, but can't find my lines. I want to find myself in its ending, to reach the close along with all the pancaked souls onstage.
What a luxury it would be to leave it all up there when the curtain comes down...
In a short while, the performance will commence. I see myself in the story, but can't find my lines. I want to find myself in its ending, to reach the close along with all the pancaked souls onstage.
What a luxury it would be to leave it all up there when the curtain comes down...
You should stop dicking around and go be a drama teacher for a place like the burning center where all those poor little lazy pot heads can really cling to the idea, however false, that if they just pretend they're creative enough they can somehow justify their meaningless lives which are sure to be full of rehab centers and dirty syringes.
ReplyDeleteBut good first post!
Yaya i popped your cherry!
Oh and LOVE the new layout btw!
ReplyDeleteMuch better than what you started with.
And this would be a great place to intermittently show case pieces of your art so keep that in mind too.
also don't forget to follow me now that your blog looks nifty
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. Lovin' the slang dahlin!
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