i am sweating like a grilled cucumber; death and destruction follow me; i am rolling around under a hot iron, screaming with perverse delight
small pile leaning in the corner
26
he/him is fine
🐕🌻
small pile leaning in the corner
26
he/him is fine
🐕🌻
recorded a little song today =]
when i look outside the sun spits in my eye
in the gaps
between scenes,
I am left offscreen
with no script
and no blocking
to stand on.
instead, I gather
the older theater,
the deeper conjure:
Make yourself big.
Make yourself small.
Place between you
some barrier, some
obstacle to approach.
Come bowing
and bear tribute.
Circle them
like a tiger.
Exeunt, pursued.