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Friday, October 10, 2003

'crave' by sarah kane

and I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips you neck your breasts your arse your

and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eyes has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean becouse he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of becouse it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking becouse though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who i am and try to get closer to you because it's beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the/overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you

*sweet smile. if only i had found this during my jc yrs. would love to put this incredibly long monolgue up and then see myself do an excellent job of putting my audience to zzzz. wonder how others would attempt to stage this.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

my bro's knock knock joke for a certain fren.

'knock knock'
'who's there?'
'boo.'
'boo who?'
'boo hoo? dont cry. i know my sister bullied u.'


Sunday, October 05, 2003

*a quick scan thru the handbook given out to us at the start of the 'camp', i noted certain discrepancies str8 away.

rule #3: you are not allowed to bring any luxuries into the campsite. (how else would u be able to experience the life of poverty?)

was in a dilemma during the day if i shld bring my md. in the end, it didnt matter for the stage was fully equipped w excellent speakers and a sound mixer. rite, luxuries. *snorts.

was also wondering if i shld have brought a bottle 1.5l of water along. once again, i worried for nothing as they gave us canned drinks and were very generous with their mineral water.

from the programme sheet: breakfast which is kindly sponsored by delifrance will be served at 6am.

???????? how many of us do get breakfast in the morn anyway?
*shrugs
we didnt stay for breakfast.

for one night only.

home, strategically located, a stone's throw from cineleisure.
a post-post modernism piece of architectual.
all creatively designed n crafted out of reinforced stylistic materials.

a bento-styled packed dinner,
with entertainment consisting of a few poignant short films followed by a wide repertoire of songs n dances
and later, anderson's mocha almond fudge ice cream to coax u to zzz.

for those who love such indulgences,
do sign up for 'under no roof' next yr.

'homelessness' had suddenly undertaken a whole new meaning for me.
loathsome connotations of the word had now been a thing of the past.


----joraffe----







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