I like gay art when it obtains, “a merry linking up process.” I know nothing about it. 
 
Bursting out of your head while you hike thru grasses: All this acreage owned by prosaic dabblers, a-theoretical factual folk. Taken for taggers-on, misunderstood.  It’s different evening on and children on fire hit back.   
 
Teamwork. Again, our people are what make us great.   
 
And if that’s everything for now, we’ll switch to loving and losing and loving. Fresh air still excessive — a geyser in a box-set of watchful scenes in bigger sets you don't see?  
Love / loss but for supplements nothing so great and hereabouts as theatre, sleight of hand,  good posture and strategic emotional constructs.