The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Obviously you don’t understand what it means to be an actor! I need to feel the work, so I can become it. This drivel gives me nothing but a sore throat.”
She clenches her hands into fists and closes her eyes as she desperately tries to find her happy place.
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The intricacies of my insanity 