Wednesday, February 25, 2009

lacklustre

so i have feasted on glorious bread for the past few days during lunch and drinking insane amounts of water to fill myself for this grand opening night of the comedic mime in which i lead the dance and will henceforth lead and teach the dance and will henceforth be the only in the pair to remember the steps and to, after travelling to boon lay from pasir ris, take a cab home because i saw the last train leave when the bus stopped at the final traffic light before the interchange. thus will be my memory of the last performance i have. and unspeakable words drizzle like sparkles on this bed of lacklustre moss. exquisite, indeed