Jan 27
Jan 27
crossed legs/crossed arms
Rest until there is no feeling of the limbs
sitting in a bag/hazy sense of pretzel energy
Tired of being Tired
running home to an empty garage
to be lonely and comforted by aloneness
a sense of hiding in the cold/afraid of warmth
cautious of happiness
genuinely disingenuous
the taking in of uppers and the taking in of downers
in to go up and down at the same time
sliding along the outside of heart/ just passing by
Jan 17
My latest show brought about a new character in my repertoire.
How do I apply this experience to the deep thoughts of this site I created?
Well the best I can do is to compare it to the idea of emptiness as old scriptures talk. I had a previous dance instructor/workshop director try to pull emptiness out of us. That is pretty hard. I must say that pretending I am dead or rising from the dead helped though. 
Black holes for my eyes, skeleton without a soul, body movements with my heart and soul in it displaying an evil lack of warmth.
I guess I take pride in whatever I do because it is on my path of human growth and potential.
Its quite fun to be a zombie, dead and hungry. Its simple, its all about taking pleasure on the account of another.
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