Production week again but it's going okay. Birthdays make things better, because there's nothing prettier or more exciting than candles and cake in the dark and people singing. In a black box theatre. And everywhere smells of paint and you've got good music and good people around you.
Parentheses, oysters, nudes, drinking in the afternoon, men in shirts, the taste of money, train stations, counting with coffee spoons, sun through blinds, blood and salt and hormones and oxytocin and spittle and oil, flowers for free, dinner parties, symmetry, maths, suffering and love and the thrill, of under me you so quite new.
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
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