December 2011
5 posts
more poetry (overdue)
the janitor’s closet: thaaat might have been a dirtyf#*k rearranging brooms and boxes feng shui for the best interface the most obtuse angles and lines done off an iPhone a cup of ice and a makeshift blindfold rough. safe? close no clothes unplucked under the flourescents shadows cast cellulite the aroma of banana it was funny, keys jingling in the hallway hold your breath turn out the...
loving the list of 2011 songs by We Are Hunted! →
channel the spirit of the playa →
our final project/performance archive for richard schechner’s ritual, play, and performance class. enjoi
