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The Man in Seat B-27SCENE: Place: any city, USA, Time: winter of the present
The camera pans in slowly towards an old, but popular theater as groups of people walk into, past, or towards it in the flurries of snow. The snow is a mottled grey, rather than white, polluted by the soot and grime of the city. The flickering sign above the theater door indicates in large block capital letters that the play of the evening is WILLIAM SHAKESPERES ROMEO AND JULIET.
Female V/O: The Theater. Being a part of a show is one of the best things in the world. You put yourself onstage, you bare your soul to the world, and nobody sees that it's you. They s The Man in Seat B-27
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Home Is Where the Heart IsWe had been younger when we met And any fool could see Romantic play was all it was And all that it would be.
But then time passed and we both changed For better, or for worse And something grew beneath my ribs As tangible as thirst.
A year had passed 'fore I ever Knew then what became true, The day that you broke up with me, I found out I loved you.
In that year my heart had left me And neither of us knew My house had ceased to be my home And that adage was true,
A home is where a heart does lie,
And my heart lies with Home Is Where the Heart Is
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To Excise a ConscienceThe removal of a conscience is a deceptively simple process, and I should encourage all who consider it to excise themselves of this unnecessary weight, to unload the corpse of the past from the backside of the present. Concern yourself with the here and now, the future isn't here yet, and the past is dead and decaying, the stench infecting the minds of the living with a hideous feeling of guilt.
But how does one remove the deadening weight from their shoulders? It is not difficult, and many methods exist ranging from the simplest of the simple (requiring nothing but a pair of safety scissors) to the fiendishly complex (in prepar To Excise a Conscience
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I am...I am… wandering. I always wander. Maybe I always have. She never lets me stop for rest… I am not allowed to sleep… not allowed to eat… not allowed… to think.

The pain… in my head… it never ends. My arms are sodden cardboard… my legs molten lead… and still… onward… ever… onward.
I am… somewhere, perhaps-maybe not… She won’t let me stop to see… stop to rest… stop to feel.
The pain… it distracts me from other pain. There are things… tiny things… moving fast. Humming… as they go past- no, through- me. I I am...
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I'd Prefer Italian...

Wed Jan 13, 2010, 8:30 PM

Hello, Reader-of-Mine!

It's been awhile, I know. I do have an excuse, however. My hard-drive became the victim of a corrupted file, and in the process became unusable. In order to rectify the situation, I ordered a new drive, and went ahead and upgraded to 7. It was a good choice.

I created a screenplay for a very short film that I have no intention of making. It was stored on my old drive, but I believe I have a copy floating around my house. I would be honored if anyone, and I mean anyone saw fit to create a flash of it, provided I get at least the most infinitesimal of nods for the script. I have a title for it, but if you can think of a better one, tell me!

Dunno what to do with my free time, these days. Things I start tend to stay in limbo, within sight of completion yet doomed as poor Tantalus to never reach that which it desires. I feel like Greek.

Gyros, anyone?

--???

I know the pieces fit...

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Mood: Content
Listening to: The sound of silence.
Reading: Whatever's on my shelf. Again.
Watching: Chuck.
Playing: DA:O. That's right, DeviantArt: Origami.
Eating: Crunchy bits.
Drinking: Slooshy bits.

Devious Info

Current Residence: The Place Where I Am. Sort of.
Interests: Things that interest me.
Favourite movie: You know... that one with the thing
Favourite band or musician: That band with the music
Favourite genre of music: The one that band plays
Favourite poet or writer: H.P. Lovecraft.
Favourite style of art: Anything that captures the imagination, puts it in a cage, and runs away laughing.
Operating System: I am too cheap to change my OS from Vista.
MP3 player of choice: I don't have one. That situation will be remedied.
Shell of choice: Turtle
Wallpaper of choice: That floral pattern. You know the one. Admit it.
Skin of choice: ... Human?
Favourite game: The one I haven't beaten but am still playing
Favourite gaming platform: The one hooked up to the nearest TV
Personal Quote: Who's gonna say it?
Tools of the Trade: Mind and Keyboard. Still looking for that first one though...