Thursday, January 21, 2010

They Live

I've been up all night. Last Saturday I attended a Masque. I wore feathers and flowers and leather. I slept between two beautiful people. I haven't slept.

The wall broke. The first slap-dash words of the musical have slipped the surly bounds of my cowardice. They have form. They live.

There are fairies in the work lights. They cast little shadows, onoffonoffonoff, and they make my eyes hurt.

I'm not sure this vacation has been entirely good for me.

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