Like, violently, hammered, screwed it in, nuts and bolts and all the hardware.
The Doing.
It's getting to a point where this is making me so frustrated.
This idea, this idea of not doing.
Apparently I've got pretty eyes.
That was really nice.
Theatre.
And life, and art.
And thoughts.
And competing.
And understanding.
And accepting.
And all the things.
All of them.
I just want to be what I see and know I can be.
Because of the deafening mundane-ness.
My problem has been - solo in the sandbox.
Well then f*ck me - don't be?!
Don't waste the partners.
Seriously.
Seriously.
Seriously.
Learn, and evolve.
And make smart analytical decisions, please.
Reason, and discover.
Empty sandbox or fascinating sandbox?
Surely this is what moves me, improves me, challenges me.
Tantalises, tickles and teases.
Seriously.
Surely?
What do I choose?
One frustrated cat.
In other news, tonight was so awesome.
Here's a photo from the set.
Super.
The future is now.
And I'm not going to wish love and light.
I'm going to wish, the productivity to make yourself shine.
Shine, shine, shine.
Yours truly.
M.
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