I know man. Sometimes the level of biography in this play makes me uncomfortable, not only the way it twists things but also that it can be very topical and specific to myself, and ourselves (another strange thing about the play - it taps that weird space we have in common, the weird way indra and cartoon are two sides of the same person), like you said. It makes me nostalgic for our coffee shop, house parties, weird acquaintances, everything.
I always knew I would do something with this little play, I still haven't figured out what.
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i'm not so sure about sartre.
like the dudes from phish say:
that's the funny thing about hell
you can be there and not even tell
i wish i really was a saint. then i wouldn't have to put up with all this bull shit. i'm starting to wonder if i'll ever get onto any track at all.
(straight from babylon, california)
i have to get out of here.
by the way... i like to think of these paintings as 'the road to zion' or 'the gates of kiev' aka no such thing.
nicely done.
I know man. Sometimes the level of biography in this play makes me uncomfortable, not only the way it twists things but also that it can be very topical and specific to myself, and ourselves (another strange thing about the play - it taps that weird space we have in common, the weird way indra and cartoon are two sides of the same person), like you said. It makes me nostalgic for our coffee shop, house parties, weird acquaintances, everything.
I always knew I would do something with this little play, I still haven't figured out what.
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