Your words nearly knocked me off my feet last night at the RAW Artists showcase. It’s been so long since I’ve just let my own words flow into comprehensible and incomprehensible babble that I almost forgot that there are beautiful people like you who eat, breathe, and live daily life in such fluid color & who have managed to harness the lyrical power enough to touch pen to paper and make sense of the nonsensical. It was overwhelmingly liberating to hear you speak, perched upon your crutches (I hope the idiot who knocked you off your bike suffers some rancid piss in his morning coffee), I almost forgot that I was supposed to be pressing a little silver button to freeze time into a little black box full of mirrors, glass, and wire.
Thank you, so much, for being you. You’re beautiful.
On a side note, you seem to be nonexistent on facebook… where can I make the photos I captured available for you to see? E-mail?
YO
The passion in your voice when you spoke totally moved me, and I just wanted to say thanks so much for coming to Andover. You say things in such a beautiful way that people can relate to and understand and feel, and I really respect that. Plus, like half the girls watching would have spent a day in a library with you ANYTIME. Anyways, just thank you for making us think.
Soha
lacey
just discovered your stuff
having been way out of touch with the modern world for a long time i haven’t really done a loy of exploring on the net
been writing performance stuff since the mid nineties – never really pursued it
your stuff really great – i love the attitude
daver
Hey Lacey,
Your words nearly knocked me off my feet last night at the RAW Artists showcase. It’s been so long since I’ve just let my own words flow into comprehensible and incomprehensible babble that I almost forgot that there are beautiful people like you who eat, breathe, and live daily life in such fluid color & who have managed to harness the lyrical power enough to touch pen to paper and make sense of the nonsensical. It was overwhelmingly liberating to hear you speak, perched upon your crutches (I hope the idiot who knocked you off your bike suffers some rancid piss in his morning coffee), I almost forgot that I was supposed to be pressing a little silver button to freeze time into a little black box full of mirrors, glass, and wire.
Thank you, so much, for being you. You’re beautiful.
On a side note, you seem to be nonexistent on facebook… where can I make the photos I captured available for you to see? E-mail?
xoxo
Aime
YO
The passion in your voice when you spoke totally moved me, and I just wanted to say thanks so much for coming to Andover. You say things in such a beautiful way that people can relate to and understand and feel, and I really respect that. Plus, like half the girls watching would have spent a day in a library with you ANYTIME. Anyways, just thank you for making us think.
Soha