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bijou
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i was smiling at my sister pretending to admire her so that you would have to speak to me to draw my attention to meet my eyes so you spoke softly i guess you were trying to love me
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Aimee
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my audition is in a little over a week.. i am so gonna kick ass.
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misstree
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oh mah gawd ..... auditioned for a play for the first time in my life this past sunday, never done any sort of theater stuff, thought i did pretty meteoker with most of the parts that i read for... the parts that i was most interested in, though i didn't say it, were the fairies, whom the playwright described as really playful and pranksterish but super intelligent and suchnot, like fairies should be... anyway, just got a call... i'm_a_fairie! whoo hoo! *does a happy dance* now to hope that whatever job i get will be able to work around practice shedules... *crosses fingers*
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Doar
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congrats misstree.
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andru235
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awesome! what play, if i may ask? midsummer night?
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misstree
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's some play written by a local... set in ancient egypt, some princess is the focal point, all about how the world needs love and hope... yeah, should be interesting. :)
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andru235
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oooh! unique artistic events! truly a privilege. congrats, misstree!
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innocent insect
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there is this really fun movie with this title good happy fun movie
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neesh
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the japanese one by takashi miike? oh such a happy cheery film... i do love how confusing it is though, the mixed chronology, the blurring of reality, the repetition and revision of previous scenes, that kinda thing is right up my street.
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the awful truth
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there i am on the edge of the cliff looking down to the sea like the smoke from a spliff rising easily so i spread my vocal chords blast off in a shower of shouting some spliced words lisping and going to fast i am doubting myself. new york new york where the buildings rise above the street like redrocks in the walls of a canyon if city streets were flooded, walls of water sixty feet high, would you abandon? or would you lock the doors of the cab you're in and turn and kiss your last girlfriend you'd ever have because soon enough you snuff.
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what's it to you?
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