As some of you are no doubt aware, last night was the consummation of several months of planning, preparation, and rehearsal, resulting in the wildly successful premier exhibition of my multi-media performance art masterpiece, Le Torrent des Âmes.

The performance was a marvel of poignant beauty and sinister intent. The audience was brought from the brink of rapture to the heights of despair, and back again, and rewarded us our due standing ovation! Details… I will not divulge! You must EXPERIENCE SALVATION FOR YOURSELF!

I will say, to answer the question most asked, that no animals were harmed in the making of Le Torrent des Âmes: the piglet corpses were unused dissection subjects liberated from Helmsley High School’s Biology lab, and thus were dead long before being encased in Jello.

Plans are already in the works for an encore performance in the coming weeks, and I can promise this time that MY MOTHER will not be present, trying to pbum out rice krispie treats again. How embarrbuming, to think I was spawned from such a simple woman…

Please use this thread to discuss how your life has changed since attending Le Torrent des Âmes, and to shower your praise on we, your humble entertainers.

I tried to attend but my fascist parents wouldn’t let me, they said i had to clean my room even though it was already ****ing clean Log in to see images!

My favourite bit was the macaroni paintings using real human hair.

Perhaps we should collaborate on a future project? I have some truly inspiring ideas involving re-sewn re-imaginings of Catholic nun habits and saffron Buddhist robes.

Just say the word!

Children using big words to impress their betters… always so amusing.

Run along and play, Timmy, the big people are talking now.

the word huzzah reminds me of cave story which is a pretty cool game

the rest of this thread sucks pretty bad though

art is for fabulous persons **** that fabulous person ****

nice work, man. really made me think. Log in to see images!

So you’re saying there won’t be free food at the next one?

well **** that then

Chilean Sea Bastard Posted:

So you’re saying there won’t be free food at the next one?

well **** that then

This is not dinner theatre! This is the great spiritual mirror that reflects only what lies within! And like all mirrors, it distorts the image to show you the truth! Do you open a concession stand at a sunset? Do you hawk hot dogs at the birth of a child? No, no, a thousand times NO! Log in to see images!

To all of those with kind words, my thanks. Performance is a tragedy, the act existing in only the most fleeting of moments, each second tumbling into the void to clear the way for the next. And thus, the Performer kills his children as quickly as they emerge from the womb. Only in the hearts and minds of you, my esteemed audience, does the Performance live on, and for this, again, I offer my thanks.

SouleXtinction Posted:

Chilean Sea Bastard Posted:

So you’re saying there won’t be free food at the next one?

well **** that then

This is not dinner theatre! This is the great spiritual mirror that reflects only what lies within! And like all mirrors, it distorts the image to show you the truth! Do you open a concession stand at a sunset? Do you hawk hot dogs at the birth of a child? No, no, a thousand times NO! Log in to see images!

To all of those with kind words, my thanks. Performance is a tragedy, the act existing in only the most fleeting of moments, each second tumbling into the void to clear the way for the next. And thus, the Performer kills his children as quickly as they emerge from the womb. Only in the hearts and minds of you, my esteemed audience, does the Performance live on, and for this, again, I offer my thanks.

Log in to see images!