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March 2006 Leggo My Ego, Act OneThe 7-foot wooden behemoth was attached to my body with a harness and a canvas shroud. I dragged it behind me, vulture-eyed and snarling: I cut a hole at my abdomen to extrude 13 long and shiny strings: As the colored mass snaked out of the hole and onto the ground, I cut myself free of the shroud and offered up strings to members of the audience: The piece ended with someone reeling me in... Back then, I let performances unfold on stage and in the moment. I didn't practice ahead of time. Before I could run away in shame, I passed my friend Braille who reminded me of the title of this piece...
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