9/12/07 - The Uptown Theatre - Kansas City, MO
A flurry of confetti and I'm reborn. I'm in lust with the owners of so many outstretched arms. We hunger for the glowing orb that whips past, its nucleus clamoring on his knees, hungry, too, for outstretched arms. Balloons amorphize and lunge for our soft skulls. We protect each other. With flicks of wrists we reject the orange globules, then bob them closer and closer and then too close, when father takes a wayward balloon and makes it pop on a mike stand or blows it big, bigger, pop. We protect our ears, cheeks burning at the death of our plaything.
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