The global structure: Put on the leopard skin (Romanian), no, take off it… wear nothing for once (French), now get in the water… let your body dry off in the sun (Chinese)
Liable to be another nth variant Dear King Lear: my highschool friends and I conjoined over a thought like If I have not done by now...
And furthered by how like dead every combinatorial animal is a king rat, in Nature be our pome? Comb? Let's say cone. ( Yup I am a maniac where in prayer) nobody can hear us. In space nobody can hear you scream. Therefore the aristo descry the gamefied distance between them and their first next best friend coming across an empty field and barrel the other way. Forgiveness! Belted to aggressive grasping homeo farben fangers, unless we return to Reagonomics, of black oil fingered mechanics' fame, how can we fail to land in piles of two red lipsticks? And so we dance on, evasive as citizens, determined to vandalize offensive portrait sculptures of J. P. Morgan, aman.
If you haven’t read it, Dario Fo’s ‘ Mistrro Biffo’, a blind man and a cripple, helping each other along, making a living, until Jesus reaches out a hand and…
I love that song😠also One of your best! Liked the sold out show bit
thank you!
The global structure: Put on the leopard skin (Romanian), no, take off it… wear nothing for once (French), now get in the water… let your body dry off in the sun (Chinese)
the plan
"seeing is a million miles downstream of divisibility" YES this whole part! Good stuff
oh damn I am glad, I cut some lines there and wondered if it'd become obscure
Thanks for the Karen Dalton tip.
Heading down a YouTube rabbit hole now ...
That lyric could be "lass" or "last" -- both work.
I wish lass would come back. Lass, Oh lass, please come back.
Letters to Felice is a peer of the Empire State Building???
Bought a copy which will sit unread among thousands of others -- But I will know it's there.
You were here? I guess my invite must have been lost in the mail…
hello!
Liable to be another nth variant Dear King Lear: my highschool friends and I conjoined over a thought like If I have not done by now...
And furthered by how like dead every combinatorial animal is a king rat, in Nature be our pome? Comb? Let's say cone. ( Yup I am a maniac where in prayer) nobody can hear us. In space nobody can hear you scream. Therefore the aristo descry the gamefied distance between them and their first next best friend coming across an empty field and barrel the other way. Forgiveness! Belted to aggressive grasping homeo farben fangers, unless we return to Reagonomics, of black oil fingered mechanics' fame, how can we fail to land in piles of two red lipsticks? And so we dance on, evasive as citizens, determined to vandalize offensive portrait sculptures of J. P. Morgan, aman.
Terrific!! Aspiring to become a breast
Pretty nifty talk, Mr T.
Been reading Beckett?:)
If you haven’t read it, Dario Fo’s ‘ Mistrro Biffo’, a blind man and a cripple, helping each other along, making a living, until Jesus reaches out a hand and…
And anything and everything by Howard Barker.
Who needs wings, eh, when your words can fly.