I walk in everyday and smell its sweet scent of sawdust and make up, I breathe in and feel the heat of the lamps on my face.
Everyday I take this empty space and mold it into a creation of life and death, a celebration of humanity and its virtues and vices.
Its verse flows past my lips and people are board, lives are lived, cities, countries, worlds are created as I put life into them with my very own voice.
Its sweat and tears, its love and hate caress my taste buds. The taste of bitter agony and its sweet, sweet taste of success.
Its essence runs through my veins. I am its life force, its beating heart that break when it is denied and soars when it grows strong.
Its gods are comedy and tragedy, its priests the performers of the stage, its prophets the directors and crew, its Word the written prose.
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LOL
Seriously I like it. Lights deserve more credit! gr!
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"There is no sin except stupidity." -Oscar Wilde
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"On your tombstone it will say 'always in the wrong place at the wrong time'."
"How about 'Yippe-kay-ay mutherfu-'{gunshot}."
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Logray X
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...but my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
:3
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"On your tombstone it will say 'always in the wrong place at the wrong time'."
"How about 'Yippe-kay-ay mutherfu-'{gunshot}."
All Hail the versitility of the Source 4 (lol you seem them everywhere from shopping malls to Stratford or Broadway lol).
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The god of wine. The bringer of theatre. The god you don't wanna piss off if you work in the entertainment industry!!!
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"On your tombstone it will say 'always in the wrong place at the wrong time'."
"How about 'Yippe-kay-ay mutherfu-'{gunshot}."
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