Hey – what you say, say, say?
What you want, just name it
I’ve got the game, so just play it
Pick your price, and I'll say it
Play, play, play
Hey – what you say, say, say?
Roll the die, and I’ll count it
Check the board, and I’ll mount it
Play, play play,
Hey – what you say, say, say?
Okay, baby, now King me,
It's okay, you can Queen me,
Don't you know the Queen's higher,
Just to deal with the fire?
Hey, hey, hey,
Now what you say, say, say?
Jack it up
And I’ll pack it up
You know me
I’ll bag it up
6-9 Don’t play me
7-8 just save me
Hearts, spades, no aces
No cases baby, no faces
Can’t claim you did it with no traces
Please, detective, just listen –
Laid down my cards, and he stole my crown
Pretended to love me by going down
Found a way to get into my town
I was a building, but I’m falling down
That’s why they call him "Sky Scraper"
Ripping suns up like paper
Saying I'll see you later
Not a heart, but soul breaker
Killing acre by acre
No more land left to savor
"Here, just sign this paper."
- Recovery
- Muzak
- Black nail polish
- Yoga mats
- "Going dark"
- "You can hug or hold hands, but you need to ask permission first."
- "No killing in my classroom"
- "No death threats, (Name)"
- "That's a great way to get into prison."
- Questions
- Commitment
- Showing up
- In love with sleep
- Beds want me to stay in them forever for some reason
- Doctor Who
- Chorizo. So much chorizo. And Soyrizo. And eggs. So many eggs. Like I'm birthing something. Is it an idea? A generation? A lifetime?
- Cups
- Water
- Bottles
- Costco
- Berries
- Sliced apples and peanut butter
- Somehow getting up each day
- Somehow finding something. Some reason to go on. Some thing to keep breathing for. Not really knowing why just yet. Or right now. PMS be like that sometimes.
- Getting to live through all the high school theatre things I never got to experience with half the stress and responsibility
- Trying to navigate what it's like to have a stable life and home and romantic partner
- Honeycrisp apples
- And Cosmic crisp
- And "Is that really the time?" "What is time?"
- How do I keep getting lost in this pattern? In this time loop? Where am I?
- And every night it feels like I go to another realm. Or is this the other realm?
- If I'm a star-seed, I think it's pretty smart that they sent me to the "lone star state"
- There's also this place called the Moonlight ballroom. Isn't that interesting?
- What if that thing I want happens. What if that thing I want happens and it doesn't change anything. and I still have to deal with these feelings. and this loneliness. and this pain. and this past. and how do I let go? and how do I move forward? and how what if I already am? And how do I speak up for my needs? And how do I compromise? Or do I need to? How do I find space in a packed freezer? And how can someone with two hearts pretend he is incapable of love? And how do you teach students who don't want to be taught? And how do you let go of those and raise up those that do? And is the future of America really your responsibility? And then we all die? So what do you want to do? How do you want to leave your mark on this world? What do you want to be? Because it doesn't really matter what you own other than - of course - what you own is a resource, a tool, that can help you better yourself and by bettering yourself you better the world and I think you make an impact on the world every single day just by existing - what if I told you that? you make an impact on the world every single day just by existing - then what? Then - could you just exist?
- And why does grief come in waves?
- And why does getting one post card trigger someone to eat three bags of chips, an entire avocado, and a vegan dark chocolate coconut bar? How could there still be so much pain stored away? And why do I want to go back to a place where the wind hurts my face? And maybe I don't want to go back. Maybe it's a Romanticised version of a place where I never truly belonged but hope somehow by returning that I would. A place where I never really had deep friendships because I never felt like I could be myself. Lost. Lost in the wilderness. I guess I'm just sad. And I guess that's okay. And if PMS allows me to feel those emotions so that I can heal those emotions, I guess that's okay.
- And I guess it's okay that I'm angry. At the world. Sick of seeing power abused. Sick of seeing people think it's okay to put others in un-safe situations. Sick of pain and abuse and blindness to a reality that destroys.
- Just smile. And nod. Just smile. And speak your truth. Just smile. And do your hair and your makeup and teach teenagers about hair pins and wig maintenance and costume care and how to do the laundry and how to iron a shirt properly and how to read a play and what a play is and what a script is and what a playwright is and a prop and a costume and a set and lighting and sound design and show them how to focus a light and show them how to be a light and expect nothing and enjoy everything and maybe someone and maybe something and just enjoy. Enjoy that you are getting paid to pass along something you know, something you love, to give and give and give and someday you will receive. And you're changing the world. One scavenger hunt at a time.
- Fold this
- Hang this
- Open this
- face these left
- label this
- measure this
- sew this
- count this
- bless this
Student: "Why did you say that, Miss? What do you mean? Have you been to prison?"
Me: *mysterious silence*
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Me: Would you mind ____?
Student: Yes, Miss, I do mind.
Me: Ok. *moves to next student*
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Student: Honestly, Miss, I'll just take the zero.
And I wonder who presses back