He enters in the land of the mysterious.
The land of ‘being free’.
The madness began.
Well, it had been around for a long while,
but now was exaggerated by the allowed continuous madness of the fringe fest.
He had been without his love for a long while,
he worries that it will take too long for his body and brain to get used her body against his again.
He just wants to be with her, continuous.
He wants a holiday.
A break with the need for work,
away from the places of work.
To be in bed for a long while,
to rest with her.
To cuddle on a beach,
in a heated hut in a cold, snowy country.
But his brain requires the need to write,
to have a output,
and to not be able to do this,
makes his brain unable to focus on manuel labour jobs/task with a technical setting.
The brain requires two outputs,
One - to be logically and work in theatre, for theatre,
moving, building set, lighting, sound, magenment.
Two - To be creative.
To be loud, to annoy people with my writing until they listen and fight back.
Hekle Christ is a good thing.
Fuck, I needed this tumblr rant more than I though.
Where’s my girlfriend?
I need a cuddle.
To be held, until my brain thinks it is ok.
Time to get drunk,