Improdome 6/27/07

Improdome danced around tonight. Scenes moved and a lot of it was fun ... but ... but ... but -- no life lessons -- fun, but ... not much plot or theme. Anyway, I'm as guilty as anyone ... excuse ... excuse ... excuse. Group mind is tough to establish when we're playing with people we do not know well --- And some people talk too much! There is the miracle of the pause to think --- energize --- relax --- and reboot into the next thought which begets action and reaction in the context of a cogent reality; tough when scene partners are all over the place. It's all good though! We hit it, and if we don't, it is still a learning experience.

Improdome 6/20/07

Real cigarettes burning fakely, cooking in the oven over bakely. Die Die Die and rise again, abortion doctor makes me yen for fake Japanese blow in the breeze while talk'in nicely with language spicy. You motha screams in your dreams. Guru girls look'in nice want to bang them once twice thrice. Barking dogs, flailing nerds, starting it all with just one word. Curdling laughs, yawns, dawn a new day in a new way, winding the clock back to then. When you ask in the den. Flip flop back and forth look'in through the night, next word insight, or maybe just fly a kite. Answers are never clear or right, sometimes reality bites with protents of things to come. Maybe so you f'in bum. Sling your butt and your junk. Descend, fall, slide into monk like aura for you'll wake up tomorra alone or with someone. No souvineers don't you hope. Don't want to see Doctor with his stethescope, nope, nope, nope. So remember boy and girl, or boy and boy, or girl and girl, use protection, inspection and introspection.

Improdome 6/13/07

Flippent florettes flossing fastedioously with fortunes anticipated -- Yeah those of lazy bones work hones fruit of labor and loin; so don't perloin things not yours -- boars, whores, smores, snores. Bastards betray and sway, hurray, OK, but get laid with the maid bade farewell to hell with a dinging bell -- oh well do tell, yell loudly so every one can hear my dear, this year, cheers, leers, beers, New Years champagne, in the rain, gain the plane flying low bozo the clown, frown look down and around at all tall and short, snort the drugs and buy rugs, thugs drink from mugs with love from above, shove the dove on fly, oh my GOODBYE.

Improdome 6/6/07

Twinkle gems, magical might, makes you want to fight, fight, fight. Your Mama talks to the wall, legless man swamps it all -- girls be'in girls and boys be'in girls -- just jump on stage and give it a whirl. Scenes pass by with nary a sigh -- come on tell the truth, don't lie, or imply, decry, oh my, sigh, hi-fi, - no high five, stay'in alive -- too much talk of male anatomy. I guess better than lobatomy. Brainless people abound. Play to the top of your intelligence, with or without sound. Hound your partners with delight, play along, don't fight, or fright, delight, good night.

Improdome 5/30/2007

Anywho, my karma brought me here and seduced me into this. It was an awsome, high energy, Wednesday night. Wednesday used to be Mosh night, hosted by Dave Lombard, and Eric Gill. It started with the Mosh song --- rock'in it out. As the evening progressed, Dave gave everyone a short verbal note that really got to the point of it all. I was only going to go to the Mosh once, --- the night before Thanksgiving, I could sleep late, the next morning. After that night it was: FUCK SLEEP! It was , is, and will be, worth the sacrifice. So, heres a toast to the Mosh, Improdome, The PIT --- open'in our minds, rock and roll, and hav'in a good time.