Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
I saw him perform once, live on stage. I was very poor at the time and saved for weeks in order to purchase a ticket. It was worth every penny. I'll never forget it. Until I get Alzheimer's. But then it'll be okay, because I'll also have forgotten all the shitty stuff that's happened to me since I saw Marcel Marceau.
Anne, performers are peculiar people. Some we hold the memory.
As an aside, I watched a performance by Rudolph Nureyev, once, when he was long past his prime. Slow, arthritic, pot bellied. I appreciate his courage to present himself on stage like that, but it is difficult for me, now, to remember him as he was.
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I saw him perform once, live on stage. I was very poor at the time and saved for weeks in order to purchase a ticket. It was worth every penny. I'll never forget it. Until I get Alzheimer's. But then it'll be okay, because I'll also have forgotten all the shitty stuff that's happened to me since I saw Marcel Marceau.
Caroline, nobodies nose knows.
Anne, performers are peculiar people. Some we hold the memory.
As an aside, I watched a performance by Rudolph Nureyev, once, when he was long past his prime. Slow, arthritic, pot bellied. I appreciate his courage to present himself on stage like that, but it is difficult for me, now, to remember him as he was.
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