Oh gosh.
Tonight was a night of epic proportions. We, in the aftermath of finals and unnatural stimulation, purged ourselves of our post-finals jitters with some performance art and collective effervescence. it was beautiful. Then wandered around the streets of Olde Leningrad with bottles of beer and fine conversation. A truly lovely evening.
A question- must art have an audience to be considered such?
yours, aporea.
Tonight was a night of epic proportions. We, in the aftermath of finals and unnatural stimulation, purged ourselves of our post-finals jitters with some performance art and collective effervescence. it was beautiful. Then wandered around the streets of Olde Leningrad with bottles of beer and fine conversation. A truly lovely evening.
A question- must art have an audience to be considered such?
yours, aporea.
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alohra:
Since Absinthe rarely responds to comments, I thought I'd answer your question for you. Ropalian is this boy who I worship. Absinthe is starting to see the light. He is absolutely gorgeous and creative and intense. He is my secret crush. I decided to call him Ropalian, because it seemed less creepy than calling him my secret crush, or something like that.
alohra:
hmmm, his "thing".... I would definetly say that he is a renaissance man of sorts. He writes poetry and short stories, plays the accordian and guitar, sews, tells the best stories you've ever heard, just off the top of his head. Also, he's in charge of this strange club at my school (Absinthe and I are members) that does bizarre, random things all the time. Mostly, he's just got this extreme "intensity" about him. It comes out most when he tells stories, but you can always see it hovering around the corners of his eyes. In addition to all this, he's the most beautiful man who has ever existed.