I thought about it today; I don't think about you much anymore. huh.
Tell Me About You
You seem really specfic, interesting to say the least, when I get caught up in movements, I recall the stillness of your speech, Must I keep writing, or should I end it now, because days are getting shorter, yet I still keep moving, somehow.
it really makes you think
Sporty Spice never complained about having to wear a sports bra.
The Politics of: My Mission Statement
Towards moving humanity responsibly forward, through the means of forward thinking. By focusing on the balance of the aesthetic and analytical facets of human interaction, I hope to increase the efficacy of ethical development within groups, communities, and societies. Through the means of inventive writing and performance, I strive to reinforce an individual's need and… Continue reading The Politics of: My Mission Statement
Stand next to my fire
Prometheus, Bound to Suffer: Examining The Continuous Repetition of Human History In relation to the early Grecian cultural attitude towards expanding one’s intellectual mind, ancient Greeks encouraged the contemplation and speculation of human existence and sought to discover the reasoning and rationality behind experiences. Thoughtful curiosity regarding the nature of the tangible world, the structure… Continue reading Stand next to my fire
11 days of vain
Review of Three Days of Rain Even through the plot’s intended disorienting sequence of events, the dramatic play, Three Days of Rain, written by Richard Greenberg, remains intriguing. Leaving a common audience member in utter confusion, I was extremely happy I had already read the play to say the least. As for the aspects… Continue reading 11 days of vain
A series of self: Kendra, Pt. IV
I just didn't know the backbone of solitude was being alone.
Take your face off
All parts of the brain onstage in organized “clumps” according to brain layout. Their faces are grim with sorrow and mourning, appropriate to character. Tammy: (Very sad) He was but one hour mine, the region cloud hath mask’d him from me now… (The other parts of the brain speak all at once in a chaos)… Continue reading Take your face off
With The
It could be just like this your breath on my wrists- as if, my voice weighs heavy on his mind- as though, seconds made sense of time.
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