Fallehuckinglujah is my comment on the power of words; it's a bastardization of Hallef***inglujah, which I am wont to say in moments of joy but cannot because of the f*** part. If, however, I switch the f and the h it retains the same feeling but is no longer obscene. Same feeling, same letters, only two letters switched but one is verboten and the other is, well, not

Main street

11 March 2018 by admin

Picture a housing development that uses the main street of a small town as its addressing, like, I live at the post office, Bill lives in the bail bondsman, Susie the barber. Would we all take on our residence? Would the guy who lives in the sheriff’s officer lead the neighborhood? I relayed messages? I wonder…

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20 February 2018 by admin

I feel that I’ve reached a landmark with the script: V9.4. Feels complete, in some ways. Filling in, fixing, expanding, but the piece seems complete.

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punc·tu·at·ed e·qui·lib·ri·um

16 February 2018 by admin

“the hypothesis that evolutionary development is marked by isolated episodes of rapid speciation between long periods of little or no change.”

What we need is some punctuation, break this nauseating, endless spewing of bad news and change things. Look at the major changes in history: war and revolution, although you could safely say they’re the same.

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09 January 2018 by admin

It’s a daily psychic rape, unrelenting torrent of horrific news. Today: 200,000 Salvadorans to be deported; oil drilling boom offshore of US; and then the other shit hits: the Great Barrier Reef is dying; GOP congressman says god has forgiven him for impregnating women and forcing them to have abortions. It’s binging but not a binging I’m enjoying. But this is big shit. Lots changing, 50 years after 1968.

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09 December 2017 by admin

How long will I last? How long will the phone I’m writing this last? Controlling the shelf-life on things or changing the focus to that which you do control, like diamonds.

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Surfing time

08 December 2017 by admin

What impact would a time traveler have? As he changes time, Home changes it back, but not creating new worlds, rather opening new doors. Like I know there are billions of lives coexisting on Earth but I don’t know each person. Even the most traveled could only touch so many lives. That’s what we do: travel. We surf time.

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29 November 2017 by admin

Sometimes I feel like I’m falling, like Luke Skywalker in Empire Strikes Back only I have both my hands and Princess Leia is not waiting to save me.

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Plot device

13 November 2017 by admin

OB “What we need is a plot device.”

YB “Like what?”

OB “Like Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru. You know? Major motivation. Or The Searchers. Martha died real bad. That drove the story.”

YB “So which one of us dies?”

OB “It doesn’t have to be death. That’s just a nice juicy one.”

New character, Dan, walks up. OB recognizes him.

OB “Oh, hey, Dan.”

Dan “Shut up! Where’s my money?”

OB “Money? I don’t owe you money.”

Awkwardly, Dan backtracks.

Dan “Well, how about I got Bobbie pregnant.”

Susie spews her tea on Bobbie. Bobbie wipes her face with a napkin.

Bobbie, angrily at Susie “Don’t do that!”

OB “Dan, a plot device has to be part of a character. My character would never owe your character money and I changed Bobbie’s diaper so if she has a vagina she installed it in secret.”

Susie spews her tea on Bobbie. Bobbie wipes her face with a napkin.

Bobbie, angrier still, at Susie.

Bobbie “Stop doing that!”

YB, to OB, slyly.

YB “Or you could admit you’re really in love with Judy.”

Susie spews her tea on Bobbie. Bobbie wipes her face with a napkin.

Bobbie, furious at Susie.

“Jesus Christ, Susie!”

Susie, to OB.

“What is he talking about?”

OB, nervously.

OB “What? Just because he says it doesn’t make it true. Good plot device, though.”

Susie “Tell me it’s not true!”

OB, loudly “I do not love Judy!”

Judy walks up.

OB sees her, embarrassed.

OB “Oh, hey, Judy.”

Judy “I don’t love you either.”

Judy to Dan “Do you need something? This table’s occupied.”

Dan backs away, mumbling.

Bobbie to Judy, pointing at Susie “She does not get any more tea.”

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