Watching this play is killing me. The directing and staging are terrible, the acting half-hearted, the plot unbelievable. I was tied to my chair, way in the back bleeding from nose and ears. But I pulled at those ropes, Until I became Free….
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Watching this play is killing me. The directing and staging are terrible, the acting half-hearted, the plot unbelievable. I was tied to my chair, way in the back bleeding from nose and ears. But I pulled at those ropes, Until I became Free….