Saturday, March 20, 2010

anarchist evening entertainment


"let the little way to death be as it might, the kernel of this life of mine was noble. it had purpose and character and turned not on trifles but on the stars."

i am tired and slipping. i guess the key is probably to learn to laugh at it all... because it IS so ridiculous. i need only to imagine everyone i talk with in silly costumes, wandering about my edge of the theater. that oughta do it.

4 comments:

Zmith said...

Or break their legs and sew them into goat carcasses...

Candy said...

My sister told me once about a conversation she overheard. Two women were talking about all different kinds of pies, and what kinds were their favorites.

At first, she thought they were just enthusiastic about eating or maybe even baking pies. Turns out one of the women had a whole collection of pie COSTUMES at home, and was talking about which ones she liked to wear best.

Perhaps you can imagine the people you talk to in pie costumes? But they might not react well if you constantly laugh in their faces. I don't think I could take anyone in a pie costume seriously.

Sitha said...

I really, really like this, the sheets of rain are perfect. I'm still fixated on that sign. Awesome. @_@
The magic theater, it is good.
What is casting that light, I must know...

Sara said...

goat carcasses sound like good retribution, but PIE COSTUMES?? hysterical!!

the light... who knows... perhaps i ufo? ;)