Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Fire indoors

Although the Upper East Side is uptight, my previous apartment is way more laid back than any other indoor space I've this encountered.

I just returned to Brooklyn after nearly 4 glorious months fire massaging around the USA. When we weren't at a festival, busking was my main form of entrancing people into the antics of the massage. Some places were friendly to the open flames, but loads of places around California fear forest fires. Either way, the summer was hot and it's easy to get people to remove clothing when they're out for fun in the sun.

Now that the weather's getting cold, the parks are scarce, and my home is within other's, I am constantly convincing people that I will not burn their houses down. I preformed at Manville, a Syracuse University home of 6 crazily awesome dudes, and after having them remove their smoke alarms, they too feared the indoor fires (despite the hundreds of drunk people who stole amongst other things a violin bow and my lucky strikes).

I am yearned for a place to bring my willing clients to. While the excitment of the fire massage lives on, its place still has not been found within the community.

But I search on.

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