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  • I would like to announce the start of my new story project. To revisit several of my previous performances/experiments in persona.

    Here we are in 1990 or so. Halloween of course. My brother as Satan is doing such a terrifically evil job that I as the ballerina pincess am unable to stay cheerful. In all of the photographs from this roll melancholy washes over my face. I can still feel his demonic breath on the back of my neck. I can still hear saliva dripping down his plastic vampire teeth and onto my tutu.

    I had been praticing my performance for days before this! Workers were installing a new addition to the house at that time and I would snap my leotard on just for them. I would twirl for them, bang on the window seperating us and get them to look at me. Pretty me.

    The morning before this picture one of the workers sat down on my favorite reddish-pink kitchen chairs. He was a large man and it snapped under him. I remember not so much that he crashed to the floor and banged his head- I remember that he broke the pink chair. And that caused me to get sad easily for a long time afterwards.
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