Men, or man. Tall ones. Or one. Ones who smile, not seductively, but with good humour. Men who cycle furiously through city streets, occasionally flying off and smashing themselves into concrete, who analyse the film 'Kill Bill', asking me if the blood would really fly out of someone's arm like that. Men, or man like this I like.
Men who make jokes out of the hydroslide 'The Black hole' at Waiwera...about a subject I can't even think about.
I am now distracted by Bro'Town, and have to write an essay on, 'Dance as Installation' amongst other things. Damn.
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