I used to think that death was a gift, that it was there for a reason,
but now that it keeps knocking on my door,
this shit is too much, it runs through my veins like a fucking virus.
I used to think that suicide was romantic, you know..... like Romeo and Juliette.
but now I know its a fucking act of cowardice.
(A performance about loss and healing, dedicated to Daniel-Kayne and Roscoe)
Continuum Live Art Series, Opening Night
Documented by Baltazar Canales and Ted Viens.
AvantGarden. Houston, TX. November
Facilitated by Continuum
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