Your ideals lie beneath rhyme and rhythm while, in the foreground, bobbing heads frame your voice. Sweat grips my shirt and smoke and ash dust off the shoulders of your intoxicated legion. I’m tired of their insecurities because they make me feel my own.
Again I’ll ask you within myself… Why did I come here?
Alcohol and cigarettes on her breath. Makes me sick. Can’t stand to watch her with him for another moment so, I think I’ll take my chances with the law.
One more and I can't tip for the cocktail. Bum a buck off the man. Doesn’t matter, 'cause I don’t plan to be back again. Secretly gettin’ bit in the backseat and I don’t care to tell. I hate this place, but I’ll probably be back again. Manipulation and control are beneath your rhyme and your rhythm. Temporary master of an intoxicated legion.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
dunderhead
Int. Someplace - Night
Two FRIENDS sit at a large booth in a dimly lit bar. Inbetween drinks they converse.
GIBBS
(smiling)
Remember when you had that dream where you forgot to wear pants to school and you were the only one who didn't notice?
KIDDS
(looking under the table)
No.
GIBBS
You told me you had that dream where you forget to wear pants to school and everyone notices but you.
KIDDS
(searching for a point to the story)
Everyone's had that dream. I don't remember what one dream you're specifically referring to.
GIBBS
(amused)
You said you didn't notice that you weren't wearing pants, but you did point out to some other kid in the hall that she wasn't wearing pants. And then she pointed out that you weren't wearing any.
A WAITRESS approaches the men.
MIZZ
You guys want another round?
KIDDS
(without looking up)
We'll take the check.
Mizz walks away.
KIDDS (Cont'd)
(to Gibbs)
And?
GIBBS
I wonder whatever happened to that girl? Pretty crazy that you both weren't wearing pants.
KIDDS
You're living in a fantasy.
GIBBS
(now also looking under the table)
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
KIDDS
(distempered)
I have pants on, you intellectual ignoramous.
(beat)
Where's yours?
GIBBS
(feeling naked)
Hypocrite!
KIDDS
(angrily standing up out of the booth)
I need to wake up.
Kidds walks through the bar toward the exit. BAR PATRONS gasp with embarrassment as he passes by.
Two FRIENDS sit at a large booth in a dimly lit bar. Inbetween drinks they converse.
GIBBS
(smiling)
Remember when you had that dream where you forgot to wear pants to school and you were the only one who didn't notice?
KIDDS
(looking under the table)
No.
GIBBS
You told me you had that dream where you forget to wear pants to school and everyone notices but you.
KIDDS
(searching for a point to the story)
Everyone's had that dream. I don't remember what one dream you're specifically referring to.
GIBBS
(amused)
You said you didn't notice that you weren't wearing pants, but you did point out to some other kid in the hall that she wasn't wearing pants. And then she pointed out that you weren't wearing any.
A WAITRESS approaches the men.
MIZZ
You guys want another round?
KIDDS
(without looking up)
We'll take the check.
Mizz walks away.
KIDDS (Cont'd)
(to Gibbs)
And?
GIBBS
I wonder whatever happened to that girl? Pretty crazy that you both weren't wearing pants.
KIDDS
You're living in a fantasy.
GIBBS
(now also looking under the table)
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
KIDDS
(distempered)
I have pants on, you intellectual ignoramous.
(beat)
Where's yours?
GIBBS
(feeling naked)
Hypocrite!
KIDDS
(angrily standing up out of the booth)
I need to wake up.
Kidds walks through the bar toward the exit. BAR PATRONS gasp with embarrassment as he passes by.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
We're Talking Hypotheticals Here People...
If you were to suddenly find yourself being the only human in existance would you then be most confident or unconfident about your general beliefs and assumptions?
As an example: Would you still, then, view yourself as a funny person? Or a creative thinker? Or gifted musician? An exceptional poet? ...Etc.
What characterists would you portray? Would you continue to confine yourself to the socially accepted charactistic norms of your sex?
And finally, being the only human left in existance, which animal would you find most sexually attractive?
Okay, okay, fine... Allow me to set the stage a little better.
Which animal would you find most sexually attractive if you just realized that all human life had been wiped out and so, being naturally distraught, you got trashed on expensive alcohols and spirits that you found in an abandoned bar and now, with major beer goggles on, you've found yourself stumbling around in the dark at an abandoned zoo that used to brag the rights of having the most extensive collection of "exotic" animals in the world until, of course, all humans were destroyed? Having noticed the word "exotic" on one of the park signs you are now trying to find a sexual patner to have pity sex with. So, you lush, which beast will share in your erogenous feast?
Okay, okay, fine... When you answer to this scenario you can write in the third person. We'll all assume that this beastial person was a friend of yours or someone that you read about in Reader's Digest. Okay? Now, please, get to the writing, kids.
*I'll assume that all comments for this post will be anonymous, but don't worry, I won't look at you any different if I do know who posts which comment... ... .......... You sick, SICK, person! Sick! Ugh!! It's an animal! A friggin' disgusting anim... Agh! You Sick!! You're sick!
And remember: This will be theraputic for everyone.
As an example: Would you still, then, view yourself as a funny person? Or a creative thinker? Or gifted musician? An exceptional poet? ...Etc.
What characterists would you portray? Would you continue to confine yourself to the socially accepted charactistic norms of your sex?
And finally, being the only human left in existance, which animal would you find most sexually attractive?
Okay, okay, fine... Allow me to set the stage a little better.
Which animal would you find most sexually attractive if you just realized that all human life had been wiped out and so, being naturally distraught, you got trashed on expensive alcohols and spirits that you found in an abandoned bar and now, with major beer goggles on, you've found yourself stumbling around in the dark at an abandoned zoo that used to brag the rights of having the most extensive collection of "exotic" animals in the world until, of course, all humans were destroyed? Having noticed the word "exotic" on one of the park signs you are now trying to find a sexual patner to have pity sex with. So, you lush, which beast will share in your erogenous feast?
Okay, okay, fine... When you answer to this scenario you can write in the third person. We'll all assume that this beastial person was a friend of yours or someone that you read about in Reader's Digest. Okay? Now, please, get to the writing, kids.
*I'll assume that all comments for this post will be anonymous, but don't worry, I won't look at you any different if I do know who posts which comment... ... .......... You sick, SICK, person! Sick! Ugh!! It's an animal! A friggin' disgusting anim... Agh! You Sick!! You're sick!
And remember: This will be theraputic for everyone.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Rims and Ho's!
Yesterday I was sitting in my livingroom when suddenly I heard a noise outside that sounded very familiar although I couldn't figure out exactly what it was. When I looked out my window I couldn't find where the noise was coming from, but it was definetely getting louder as whatever it was fast approached me. It then dawned on me that it sounded exactly like a train was about to come down my street. On one hand I knew that that was impossible since there are no train tracks anywhere near my home and yet, on the other hand, that was the sound that I was hearing... Then from down the street came a car with one tire flat to the point that the car was riding on the rim. As the car passed by I could see that the driver of the vehicle was acting as if nothing was wrong.
He continued down the street and I went back to whatever I was doing (now resting assured that a locomotive was not about to crash into my apartment), but it was several seconds before I could no longer hear the rim skreetching against the pavement.
Well, the story doesn't end there because if it did I wouldn't write about it.
The next afternoon I was in my livingroom watching television and suddenly that horrible noise found my ears yet again! I considered for a moment that it was my imagination when I looked out my window to see the same car driving down my street with the wheel in the same damaged condition! Who said you have to have tires on your 22's? You paid bank for those rims! Use 'em, Biatch!
And about the Ho's... I really don't have much to say about them. They're just Ho's. They get used... And I used them, for my title.
He continued down the street and I went back to whatever I was doing (now resting assured that a locomotive was not about to crash into my apartment), but it was several seconds before I could no longer hear the rim skreetching against the pavement.
Well, the story doesn't end there because if it did I wouldn't write about it.
The next afternoon I was in my livingroom watching television and suddenly that horrible noise found my ears yet again! I considered for a moment that it was my imagination when I looked out my window to see the same car driving down my street with the wheel in the same damaged condition! Who said you have to have tires on your 22's? You paid bank for those rims! Use 'em, Biatch!
And about the Ho's... I really don't have much to say about them. They're just Ho's. They get used... And I used them, for my title.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Whispers from the Wardrobe
The distant sound of traffic became more frequent as the clock struck 4am. One hour more and Dawn would turn over Night. Another move in the ancient feud between dark and light.
He lay beneath the sheets in search of sleep. The way to Slumber's dreams is in the dark, but by morning it's path is forgotten, not for memory to keep.
Whispers filled His ears. Whispers from the wardrobe. All children know that demons reside there. In darkness it stores both possessions and fears.
Evil knows that weary minds will easily trust. And in the dark there is not much else to do, but listen. So, their voices secretly reminded Him to covet and lust.
Angels stood nearby. If He would have asked His Father that night for silence from within, surely there would have been a great battle unheard. For the value of His soul was not forgotten in other realms beyond the sky.
But He had not spoken to His Father for some time. And who could speak now, for the whispers grew louder with each rhyme. Demons in His wardrobe reminded Him of His shame. And in their presence His thoughts remained the same.
Slumber's dreams waited for rest as Dawn wrestled Night. And angels stood nearby and listened to the whispers of their enemies. One small prayer and they would fight. Instead, halos bowed low as He stared in the dark and whispered back His most sinful memories.
He lay beneath the sheets in search of sleep. The way to Slumber's dreams is in the dark, but by morning it's path is forgotten, not for memory to keep.
Whispers filled His ears. Whispers from the wardrobe. All children know that demons reside there. In darkness it stores both possessions and fears.
Evil knows that weary minds will easily trust. And in the dark there is not much else to do, but listen. So, their voices secretly reminded Him to covet and lust.
Angels stood nearby. If He would have asked His Father that night for silence from within, surely there would have been a great battle unheard. For the value of His soul was not forgotten in other realms beyond the sky.
But He had not spoken to His Father for some time. And who could speak now, for the whispers grew louder with each rhyme. Demons in His wardrobe reminded Him of His shame. And in their presence His thoughts remained the same.
Slumber's dreams waited for rest as Dawn wrestled Night. And angels stood nearby and listened to the whispers of their enemies. One small prayer and they would fight. Instead, halos bowed low as He stared in the dark and whispered back His most sinful memories.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
$3.00
As gas prices in Los Angeles begin to hit the $3.00 mark per gallon I would like to encourage all of my readers (last reader count: Zero ) with a list of things that I found on the internet that you can purchase (S&H not included) for $3.00 or less.
Qty: Description: Price:
5 Jar Openers $3.00
3 Frisbees $3.00
6 Kraft Paper Bags $3.00
2 Pocket Coil Notebooks $2.50
1 Latte Mug $2.95
1 Candle $1.95
1 Tape Measure $2.65
2 Mint Candy Cards $3.00
1 Reversible Screwdriver $1.65
1 Compartment Water Bottle $2.50
1 Tire Gauge $2.00
6 Stadium Cups (Red) $3.00
6 Staduim Cups (White) $3.00
1 Pocket Flashlight $2.25
1 Waterproof Valuable Box $1.80
2 Heavy Duty Ice Scrapers $2.80
3 Bottle Opener Key Rings $2.55
1 Beauty Nipple Cover $3.00
So, there you go! I hope this gives you all hope. Three dollars still goes a long way.
Good luck! And drive with reckless abandon! ...maybe don't do that..?
Qty: Description: Price:
5 Jar Openers $3.00
3 Frisbees $3.00
6 Kraft Paper Bags $3.00
2 Pocket Coil Notebooks $2.50
1 Latte Mug $2.95
1 Candle $1.95
1 Tape Measure $2.65
2 Mint Candy Cards $3.00
1 Reversible Screwdriver $1.65
1 Compartment Water Bottle $2.50
1 Tire Gauge $2.00
6 Stadium Cups (Red) $3.00
6 Staduim Cups (White) $3.00
1 Pocket Flashlight $2.25
1 Waterproof Valuable Box $1.80
2 Heavy Duty Ice Scrapers $2.80
3 Bottle Opener Key Rings $2.55
1 Beauty Nipple Cover $3.00
So, there you go! I hope this gives you all hope. Three dollars still goes a long way.
Good luck! And drive with reckless abandon! ...maybe don't do that..?
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
stuff
So I've got a new idea for a script that I'm going to write with my friend. This one is going to be strickly comedy. No point except to be funny, and I believe that it will be.
Also, Peter Jennings died on Sunday and my brother is coming to my place today. I'm excited about that... And I'm pretty stoked that my brother's gonna be hangin' with me too.
What do you get when you go to a blackjack table and instead of bidding on two cards in front of you, you get interviewed?
A Carson Daily interview on the Last Call!!! HILARIOUS!
Man, I'm Drunk... (Urp)... Uggghhh.............................k
Also, Peter Jennings died on Sunday and my brother is coming to my place today. I'm excited about that... And I'm pretty stoked that my brother's gonna be hangin' with me too.
What do you get when you go to a blackjack table and instead of bidding on two cards in front of you, you get interviewed?
A Carson Daily interview on the Last Call!!! HILARIOUS!
Man, I'm Drunk... (Urp)... Uggghhh.............................k
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Today's Expose
In general I'm pissed off right at the moment. I hate that lately all I've wanted to do is write something worth while and all I ever come up with is an expressive journal entry that details my poorly influenced emotions. How can someone want to be a writer and yet he can't ever conquer a blank page? This blog page is defeating me. It started off as nothing and no matter how many words I've put on here so far it still reads as nothing to me. And that's how I've felt for weeks now. No inspiration. And then there's the question of what if I did write something "good" at some point and I became successful because of it?
I was at a club tonight cruisin' around the dance floor and I noticed that all of the beautiful women around me were staring off to my left by the DJ booth. The table next to the DJ was being occupied by Kirstin Dunst and Jake Gyllenhaal. All of these people around me were moving back and forth in this drone type movement to the music while staring up at these two celebrities while they freaked on one another. I was completely repulsed. What a shallow, sick thing to witness. So I left and bought a hot dog from a street vender, which I highly recommend to anyone visiting Hollywood. I met up with a friend down the street who was with his genuinely sweet and disgustingly gorgeous love interest. After a few awkward moments straight out of Elimidate I left those two and went to my car. While waiting at a light, two guys started pounding each other's faces in on the corner and it was all I could do to not get out and join the fun. But I didn't and now I'm home wishing I had something to write about... What a waste... of cyberspace.
I was at a club tonight cruisin' around the dance floor and I noticed that all of the beautiful women around me were staring off to my left by the DJ booth. The table next to the DJ was being occupied by Kirstin Dunst and Jake Gyllenhaal. All of these people around me were moving back and forth in this drone type movement to the music while staring up at these two celebrities while they freaked on one another. I was completely repulsed. What a shallow, sick thing to witness. So I left and bought a hot dog from a street vender, which I highly recommend to anyone visiting Hollywood. I met up with a friend down the street who was with his genuinely sweet and disgustingly gorgeous love interest. After a few awkward moments straight out of Elimidate I left those two and went to my car. While waiting at a light, two guys started pounding each other's faces in on the corner and it was all I could do to not get out and join the fun. But I didn't and now I'm home wishing I had something to write about... What a waste... of cyberspace.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I updated my blog...
And while proof-reading, some bubble came up to explain a problem and before I was able to read it I hit some random key and the bubble and my new blog disappeared. I'm so pissed! I can't recreate what I wrote... but I'll tell you it had to do with my newly conceptualized... Concept of the Christian Ipod - The all new IGod!
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