Violins are playing in my head. Prokofiev has been my daily soundtrack as I drive in my geriatric car and turn up the symphony to drown out the sick transmission. I wish I could film my imaginings, so you could see how I create.
I can't stop thinking about the performance piece I'm working on right now. I think it just may be one of the most exciting things I've done. I'm going to be tossed around the stage like a rag doll, I love being thrown by strong arms. I love falling. I love getting caught. I'm sad that the bruises from my last show are healing. It means that it's really over. Now if only I could stop dreaming about him...this violent psycho-sexual stuff really gets under your skin.
Monday: seeing Etta James with The Roots band (which was AMAZING)
Tuesday: relax
Wednesday: My birthday. sixsixty arrives
From then on: merriment
So seriously, is it Christmas yet or what?
I can't stop thinking about the performance piece I'm working on right now. I think it just may be one of the most exciting things I've done. I'm going to be tossed around the stage like a rag doll, I love being thrown by strong arms. I love falling. I love getting caught. I'm sad that the bruises from my last show are healing. It means that it's really over. Now if only I could stop dreaming about him...this violent psycho-sexual stuff really gets under your skin.
Monday: seeing Etta James with The Roots band (which was AMAZING)
Tuesday: relax
Wednesday: My birthday. sixsixty arrives
From then on: merriment
So seriously, is it Christmas yet or what?
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
but I wouldn't say they were made for walking.....