Many people know that in the winter, I thrive when it comes to arts & entertainment. The poetry returns, I go rouge-punk, the hair decides it wants to be blond again. The last two and a half years have seen us through to the cathartic final show of the Tom Miller Winter/Summer Unspectacular at The Lab in various languages..and the End of the Lab as we Know It! But we feel fine. FUTURE LAB is always around the corner. We've seen Lady Chayce go Super Nova (...that creates new universes, by the way), we've seen the setting of The Righteous Kind and the dawning of Genius Boy! And now, as the money runs out and the edge tightens its belt, punk Miller puts on his cape and tight-fitting outfit and soars through the sky to rescue the Center of the Universe from artistic death. Gone is Wayward Council. Gone is Tim & Terry's. Gone is MARS...but MARS is BACK! Things change. Puppet Slam - Part Doo on Monday at the AcrossTowne Theatre will be a diarrhea festival! Poems will rise from beneath the waters and begin to fire laser-guided missiles at the timid. No holding back now. Half-way into a bottle of gone-south red with cork-powder, a pack of Black&Gold Nat Sherman, and a CD of sign-language instruction--a rare sighting (unicorn), Danarchy walks down the sidewalk with the most delicious grin on his face on Sunday as the Fest winds down.
"I see that smile, Danarchy," I say. "What's going on?"
"You don't even want to know." He replies.
I drink, I smoke, I kick ass.
"I see that smile, Danarchy," I say. "What's going on?"
"You don't even want to know." He replies.
I drink, I smoke, I kick ass.
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