Just finished this last piece (although I might change the scarf color). It reminds me of something I wrote a long time ago…and of a friend naked in an Indian head dress in my brothers room being mollested by Saint Kimberly Insane (long story).

Pink Hat Man Insane Actor

The snippet of writing is:

“Oh, but NO! Can’t you SEE? You’ve HAD your day and your little-boy-play..and again..NO!…the show is QUITE over, and all the actors can finally go home — with their smear painted wax faces — to their dirty little beds and overworn shoes. Because, after the play, it ends up all the same…and when the makeup sweats off, and all the colours are all gone, you’re left with just me…”