Guerrilla SlumberBabies don't sleep with well. The guerrilla slumber of an overworked college student. Finding its home in any moment that one bats an eye. ideally alone. Ideally cushioned. Ideally silent. Ideally horizontal. But none of this is necessary. Toeing the line between consciousness and release - release of tensions, release of months of nail-biting, release of strained eyes, hunched backs, empty stomachs, sagging limbs, release of mind, in the nature of one smooth toke - as your eyes flutter, tempting that guerrilla slumber. Begging for it as an AA member begs for just one drink. But just as one drink blurs into another, into the bottle, and eventGuerrilla Slumber
Intro to a playUntitled.Intro to a play
Characters: Narrator Jamie Alden
Set: The narrator’s desk is on the same level as the audience, or just a bit higher, but not as high as the stage. On the stage, the set is very bare. This is where all the scenes including Jamie take place. The Narrator never moves beyond the lower plane that he is on.
Act One, Scene One
(Stage is completely dark. There is a small light on the narrator’s desk that supplies most of the lighting for this scene aside from dim stage lighting.)
Narrator: (Closes a book and looks down on it in his lap, smiling. He remov
Same song, altered lyrics.
Bemused
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Everything is what it's meant to be.
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There is no greater feeling.
Then that of possibility.
This even relates to the Ant.
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"Choppa off'n his tail an'baff de daylights out of him, an' make 'im go t'bed for fifty 'leven days. Ho yes!"
- Mousebabe Turfee, "Triss", Brian Jacques
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Put your troubles away until tomorrow. If you're lucky, someone'll break into your house tonight, and steal 'em!
The Death of This Summer
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My photographs account -> =CircusDoll
~~Take me back to the stars ~~
and for the watch
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~ His eyes never left hers, not for a moment ~
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