Town full of monsters. Murder eyes, chewin on a hot dog.
I tried to save a girl. I did all. She gave it back.
At the Valero her man takes a poke at me, I pour a diesel can on his head; more a symbolic gesture lighting the matches.
I had a way out for her, with or without me she could go. Pick whatever she wanted off the floor of that trailer to take with her. I had a new town, an apartment, and a job for her way up where she could eat her cheese and crackers by the ocean. She stayed put. She never spoke to me again. Her man showed my love letters to everyone at the Valero. This hurts the worst as diesel at the Citgo is eight cents high. Always.
3.27.2013
3.20.2013
FRAG: Open to Horror Movie 11-281
The rolling pine hills of northern Maine. Aroostook. Trees and trees and trees and a lake. A little village around the lake, and then some trees, and one high mountain lording over it. THE MOUNTAIN: is that a stone tower? CLOSER. Yes, like something out of Skyrim, or Castle Crag; but more intriguing: built around this ancient stone tower is an ultra-modern mansion, all glass and steel..
CUT TO: Standing on one of the high porches of this construct is a doofus white character with thick prescription glasses. He's drinking a can of beer, and puffing a joint.
The sun is setting just for him. But he isn't all that happy about it. All goes dark and shadowy around him.
+ As the sun sets we descend to the village and the lake. Villagers, who look like lumberjacks, get panicky. It's the opening to The Wizard of Oz. But no tornado. You've never seen weather so peaceful. Christ, it's nearly summer, and these hicks are running for their lives.
+ As things get dark, one little boy peeks through the window of his house..
+ The mountain is a silhouette. The castle atop it is lit up for a holiday. Then.. THEN.. the shadows come running down the mountain when she comes.
Shadows like dogs, or as Shakey said, Let slip the dogs of war! --
+ Shadow dogs howling, baying, in the lack of moonlight... Like smudges of black out of a Rembrandt they ski down the brown of the mountain, these Fenris-shapes.
3.17.2013
3.14.2013
FLASH: Freaks and Leeks
He's sore at you. Tilma says.
She sniffs the beets.
I said what I said.
Oh, you're honest. She says.
Put the beets in a bag. He says.
What did you say to him?
I said he deserves to be alone.
God. Come on. Be honest when you have something to gain. Lie when there's something to gain. When there's shit to lose, keep your mouth shut. Who doesn't know this?
She scratches the skin of a leek with the nail of her pinky.
Can't you help yourself? Are you a child? Tilma asks.
He puts space between them. He turns and counts shallots. She fake laughs, too loud.
Her name is Tilma. She loves vegetables, and making a scene.
The discomfort you feel with my volume, that's some straight-up narcissism. He hears Tilma say.
She sniffs the beets.
I said what I said.
Oh, you're honest. She says.
Put the beets in a bag. He says.
What did you say to him?
I said he deserves to be alone.
God. Come on. Be honest when you have something to gain. Lie when there's something to gain. When there's shit to lose, keep your mouth shut. Who doesn't know this?
She scratches the skin of a leek with the nail of her pinky.
Can't you help yourself? Are you a child? Tilma asks.
He puts space between them. He turns and counts shallots. She fake laughs, too loud.
Her name is Tilma. She loves vegetables, and making a scene.
The discomfort you feel with my volume, that's some straight-up narcissism. He hears Tilma say.
3.10.2013
CHAZZ: Shapleigh's Tribunal of Nanas
3.01.2013
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