Saturday, December 28, 2013

a would-be tweet, the first such.

controlled by hatred and the solar winds, star winds, gently pulled by
the huge tide through the ether that is slowly collapsing all bodies
to the center of reality. Is Mister God there, collecting the stellar
material, ready to remake creation into something new, something he's
pondered for a good while-a better thing?

a would-be tweet, the first such.

controlled by hatred and the solar winds, gently pulled by the huge
tide through the ether that is slowly collapsing all bodies to the
center of reality. Is Mister God there, collecting the stellar
material, ready to remake creation into something new, something he's
pondered for a good while-a better thing?

Thursday, December 12, 2013

as the birds fry, second.

Dewey Marshpants: leviathan, titan, practically a pharoah of food
service. Self-indulgent and wealthy: an unfortunate combination.
After loving his hunting dogs in ways that defy legality: "hold up
that paper target, there jesu" says dewey marsh, bow in one hand,
arrow in the other. "im gonna put one sinner mace." "no sabe" says
jesu, with a light coating of nervous sweat. "cuando comprehendo,
jesu?" asks dewey, but before the words are pronounced jesu wisely
foots it out of sight. "gonna need another jesu" says dewey m,
somberly and only to himself.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

vanishing point redux:film treatment

a film that asks the big questions, like 'why bother'? A cop of a
nebulous sort of character, like the original killer, who finds that
he just doesnt have a place in this cold, cruel world. Pop quiz: life
fizzled, ur bored with seemingly no options, so what do you do? Two
words: mopar muscle. Id definitely reenvision the scene with the
naturalist blonde. Make her scream, i would. And that radio guy, on
the jazz, yearning for a big gulp of shutup juice. No need to have
the trophys inscribed just yet, folks; wait for me to get a budget for
this vision.