vodka before rehearsal: out of the corner of my eye, everything looks like it's covered in blood
(Simon)
It’s like a plea, it’s like a confession. He’s reaching out for me to save him, to stop him, to offer an alternative. “Ireland. I’m going this summer... I’m thinking of proposing.”
The subtext goes, “Save me. Stop this.”
And I will stand on my own and smile. And I will say no.
To the rhythm of electronic dance hall music. To the sounds ( Read more... )
It’s like a plea, it’s like a confession. He’s reaching out for me to save him, to stop him, to offer an alternative. “Ireland. I’m going this summer... I’m thinking of proposing.”
The subtext goes, “Save me. Stop this.”
And I will stand on my own and smile. And I will say no.
To the rhythm of electronic dance hall music. To the sounds ( Read more... )
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You know, you're a pretty damn good writer. We should write a play together, or something. You know, for kicks.
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