Last night I dreamt I kept running for a bus, but just missed it. This looped over and over. Then a man at the bustop went to pick up a plank of wood and raised it up as if he were about to hit me. Then everyone started throwing skulls at me. The plank of wood came down and my alarm went off and I woke up. At 6.30 I went down to feed Cuddles. At 6.45 I made coffee.
I wish I was articulate enough to express how impossibly wonderful these are. Instead I will have to make do with a stream of nonsensical word vomit that in no way expresses how much I adore them.
They make me feel that weird tummy knotted, longing, tingly, eye brow scrunching, slack jawed, mesmerized, panicky awe that I can’t possibly put into words despite my efforts.
His work and research explores into language, voice, bodies, performance, intimacy and endurance.
All these elements equal one thing…..EXCITEMENT
playful and just……..Amazing!
Dear Megan. KZN Suspended Hexagon. Kind regards. Yours faithfully. With sincere regret. We regret to inform you. Many thanks.
Spingly spangly plinky plonky devilish J’adore.
The bursting sausage at 3.15 is a particular delight.