correction, I ate the onion in another show called The Charley Manson Story, in Buckets of Blood I staggered around with a hatchet in my spine. but thanks for the dear sweet encomium, Cinch. it was a magic time here on earth
don't know where to start (as if thats ever stopped anyone attracted to this form of "literature" before, and of the most entertaining voyeuristic variety i should add and btw don't sell yourself short you will NEVER be "too old " for Only Fans its just that the "pledges" may have to be steam-cleaned... heh) except i'm beginning to see how you DO this (ie Cintra-Citrus = "tangy") but like a deer caught in truck headlights part of one's instinct for survival is dangerously compromised by the anticipated thrill of impact. I gotta stay outta the woods at night....
Did you really paint that bull? Fuckin' stud muffin!
Lord, I can smell the greasepaint, Karo syrup, weed, and foam rubber entrails. Who could have imagined that the director would become your Eve Harrington? Madame, THAT is an account of art up at the sharp (and tetanus-y) end. As it should have been. Bless you.
Did you know that Elvis's colon was five feet longer than normal and 5 inches in diameter and jam-packed to 10 feet from the outlet. You troupe sounds a lot like Soviet rural theater just after the Revolution (5,000 little troupes all over. These inspired Bertholt Brecht to create a "people's" theater in the 1930s
correction, I ate the onion in another show called The Charley Manson Story, in Buckets of Blood I staggered around with a hatchet in my spine. but thanks for the dear sweet encomium, Cinch. it was a magic time here on earth
Good Lord, you are such a brilliant writer.
Ah, to have seen your 'stoned camper girl'. Also, music by Truckers for Truckers about Trucks sounds marvelous!
don't know where to start (as if thats ever stopped anyone attracted to this form of "literature" before, and of the most entertaining voyeuristic variety i should add and btw don't sell yourself short you will NEVER be "too old " for Only Fans its just that the "pledges" may have to be steam-cleaned... heh) except i'm beginning to see how you DO this (ie Cintra-Citrus = "tangy") but like a deer caught in truck headlights part of one's instinct for survival is dangerously compromised by the anticipated thrill of impact. I gotta stay outta the woods at night....
Did you really paint that bull? Fuckin' stud muffin!
That was a time that is gone now, I think....but it might come back. Depending on how the world goes.
Lord, I can smell the greasepaint, Karo syrup, weed, and foam rubber entrails. Who could have imagined that the director would become your Eve Harrington? Madame, THAT is an account of art up at the sharp (and tetanus-y) end. As it should have been. Bless you.
I had a punk rock theater group in Seattle in the 90s called Piece of Meat Theatre up.ti similar mischief. Sounds like we were kindred spirits.
Did you know that Elvis's colon was five feet longer than normal and 5 inches in diameter and jam-packed to 10 feet from the outlet. You troupe sounds a lot like Soviet rural theater just after the Revolution (5,000 little troupes all over. These inspired Bertholt Brecht to create a "people's" theater in the 1930s
Love the painting and photo! I would love to have seen you perform!