Improdome 7/11/07

Like seltzer bubbles in a fluted glass imbibed in little sips of delight. No taste no real flavor, just imagination conjured luxury of minds' eye. Grabbing crotches -- really! Medieval feining damsels in distress -- take you dog out on date night -- Spanish musicians -- Que pasa my dear, happy New Year -- Dance and ride walk back, hide. New characters morph the page just yak, yak, yak and give sage advice not the spice. Bugs crawl through mind cheese, permutations are the saga that never changes but is never the same. How can this be? You have to see and do -- Yoo hoo, i mean you. Wars start over egocentric nonsense bottled up inside. Will improv get it out? Don't hide -- ride on a greater vibratory existencial, metaphoric, agorphic, hemophoric, delorphic, retorical bull. In your mine, and remember be kind in life. It's OK to be a jerk on stage or be selfish on stage or kill on stage. Leave all the junk on stage! PEACE