More of me
So today in my acting and movement class my teacher tells me that i have to keep a daily journal for a grade. So guess what! You get more of me!!! Aren't you excited!
The class was pretty cool. We sat around in our socks and talked about breathing and getting into character, and other acting skills.
So this morning i brushed my teeth and spit up a mouthful of blood. Its becoming pretty common. And my nose bleeds all the time too. Blood.
A poem for the poemless:
Electricity rises,
Thumbing through the dark chasms of god,
With all the mystery illuminated,
We master our master,
And become our own.
Is life without purpose?
That we should live on our own,
And die on our own,
Until we become our own master?
What will it take to convince them?
The class was pretty cool. We sat around in our socks and talked about breathing and getting into character, and other acting skills.
So this morning i brushed my teeth and spit up a mouthful of blood. Its becoming pretty common. And my nose bleeds all the time too. Blood.
A poem for the poemless:
Electricity rises,
Thumbing through the dark chasms of god,
With all the mystery illuminated,
We master our master,
And become our own.
Is life without purpose?
That we should live on our own,
And die on our own,
Until we become our own master?
What will it take to convince them?