God of Hell was awesome. it has been a while since I have seen a four person play and the blocking and motion was great. the lighting, which I have come to notice, was effective but not awesome. Syke, gobo, barn door, uh, strobe?
The show was worth the 15 bucks. Had a good talk afterwards. It has been a while since I have seen such good theatre, where the play comes out like the music of people in a trance. The people out of the trance are differnt, the music can only happen when everyone is together. I'm glad I skipped a parkway run to 417 and even gladder that I walked from Monford to Hillside to do it. Also good to see old friends and have good hand shakes. I felt like, like something. Well shit, I felt that so fresh and so clean shit you know.
Saw spector and halley last night on my way to see Guthrie. The ol drop by off the side of the street. Yesterday was a good day. Spector and Hally had a friend with them who I told and meant that I would wear a dress to seduce her. She seemed into it and I think I will.
See my issue is I can slide back into that southern player shit. I can do it better now. Cause if you don't care about the outcome it all works better. No expectations. I saw Guthrie last night and we hung out drinking high class cube wine and then I went home. No action and no expectation of it. I can still taste the wine. I fell asleep in my car once I had it parked at my house. I feel wierd about getting back into it. I mean I am unshaven and flipflopped and it is all about confidence and disinterestedness. I can be honest and do it. But I feel I should wait. But why the person I would wait is happy where she is. A pimping dishwasher. Ahhhhh. I mean I am not posing and I am not fronting. I don't wear ice and I'm broke. I respect women and I don't lie except to protect reputations. I don't know shit about shit.
Cackle. My 0 readers on here may find me a flip flopper but I grab my cock because I love hiphop. Now I'm out to wash zie dishes. Its just how players play all day everyday. The Seeman, who the fuck am I supposed to be.
The show was worth the 15 bucks. Had a good talk afterwards. It has been a while since I have seen such good theatre, where the play comes out like the music of people in a trance. The people out of the trance are differnt, the music can only happen when everyone is together. I'm glad I skipped a parkway run to 417 and even gladder that I walked from Monford to Hillside to do it. Also good to see old friends and have good hand shakes. I felt like, like something. Well shit, I felt that so fresh and so clean shit you know.
Saw spector and halley last night on my way to see Guthrie. The ol drop by off the side of the street. Yesterday was a good day. Spector and Hally had a friend with them who I told and meant that I would wear a dress to seduce her. She seemed into it and I think I will.
See my issue is I can slide back into that southern player shit. I can do it better now. Cause if you don't care about the outcome it all works better. No expectations. I saw Guthrie last night and we hung out drinking high class cube wine and then I went home. No action and no expectation of it. I can still taste the wine. I fell asleep in my car once I had it parked at my house. I feel wierd about getting back into it. I mean I am unshaven and flipflopped and it is all about confidence and disinterestedness. I can be honest and do it. But I feel I should wait. But why the person I would wait is happy where she is. A pimping dishwasher. Ahhhhh. I mean I am not posing and I am not fronting. I don't wear ice and I'm broke. I respect women and I don't lie except to protect reputations. I don't know shit about shit.
Cackle. My 0 readers on here may find me a flip flopper but I grab my cock because I love hiphop. Now I'm out to wash zie dishes. Its just how players play all day everyday. The Seeman, who the fuck am I supposed to be.
theseeman:
You have to stop writing this stuff so early.