In the days of darkness there was always one who stood strong
One who I never knew had been there all alond
A creature so pure of heart and mind, and of driven soul
Who's life and work has come to me, prepared to take it's toll.
It has arrived! The Brave came yesterday!!! Thanks a million and a half (?) to Leslie!!! You rock forever!
Damn. I meant to post more but I got to go. Try for tomorrow. Ta!
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
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- 25-year-old anachronism with an 80s rock vibe. Downtown-NYC-theatre-artist. Urban hopeless romantic. Believer in magic.
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