I.P. Stress Disorder

This play is shit.
The frame is shit.
The constraints are shit.

Even if I had a year to rewrite it, it would still be shit.
All I'll ever be able to do is mask its emptiness and lack of substance.

This play is shit.
S-H-I-T.

And, cherry on the cake, is keeping be from writing what I really want.
No wonder I'm full of hate.





" Ramon - Ne meurs pas, chère enfant,
                Ne meurs pas, et pardonne,
                Ah, sauve la Vincent, je te la donne.

Mireille - Il est trop tard. "

Final, Mireille, Gounod