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>sitting by the judas mantel, underneath, where i can’t tell; found the places i’m destroying, only hoped you’d be there still

>in rehearsals for The Spadina Monologues, building a scene like a tapestry, discovering i’m not as good an actress as i used to be.

not like riding a bike, as it were.

in theatre school, was constantly told i played attitude instead of emotion. falling back on old crutches. it’s easier to put up a front than to be vulnerable. working hard at breaking down the fail-safe.

coughing up phlegm translates into a sexy stage voice.

a week before heading off to europe this past summer, i spent an evening at the hospital. vomiting, purging, blacking out, delusional, cold sweats.

now, a week before flying to london, i’m sucking back the bradosol like a blood-tick.

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4 responses

  1. “i’m sucking back the bradosol like a blood-tick.”

    your use of alliteration there is totally teabag hitler.

    January 7, 2007 at 2:37 AM

  2. >”i’m sucking back the bradosol like a blood-tick.”your use of alliteration there is totally teabag hitler.

    January 7, 2007 at 2:37 AM

  3. I agree with Paula.

    January 7, 2007 at 10:20 AM

  4. >I agree with Paula.

    January 7, 2007 at 10:20 AM

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