I like to read outdoors surrounded by either trees and green grass or sand and ocean.
Open your eyes & wake up the people.
Fuck the mainstream.
Exterior. Streets of Abstract City, Present day(2012)
The thought police parade around the earth harassing innocent men. Jeff overhears them and hides.
"You are not on our team, If you don't think mainstream"
The phrase is followed by an agonizing laugh.
Jeff has a flashback.
Exterior. Streets of Abstract City, the year 2005
Jeff is driving through the streets when he is pulled over by the Thought Police.
Thought police: What are ya doing?
Jeff: Just driving around, sir.
Thought police: What are ya doing?Jeff: There was nothing to do at home...
The Thought Police interrupt
Thought Police: Where do you live?
Jeff: Just right around the corner.
Thought Police: Your story is not making any sense. Tell me what ya really doing.
Jeff: I told you I was...
The Thought Police interrupt.
Thought Police: Let me see your license and registration.
Jeff takes out his license and registration and hands it to the Thought Police.
Thought Police: It says here your name is "j e double f"
Jeff: That is correct.
Thought Police: Are you some type of a rapper?
Jeff: yeah.
Thought Police: Let's hear you bust something up.
Jeff: What the fuck?!
Jeff gets interrupted.
Thought Police: Do you mind if I search your car.
Jeff: Yeah whatever.
Thought Police searches Jeff's car.
Thought Police: You have a Nas-Illmatic, Black Moon-Enta Da Stage, and the Nonce-World Ultimate cds.
Jeff: And?!?
Thought Police: I'm afraid you'll have to come with me.
Thought police grab Jeff. The thought police search Jeff.
Jeff: Get your fuckin' hands off me.
Thought Police: Sit down and shut your goddamn mouth.
Jeff: I didnt do shit!
Thought Police: I didnt ask if you did shit. I'm asking you to shut your goddamn mouth and follow orders.
Jeff: Who said I wasn't following orders.
Thought Police: Right now you're gonna follow instructions. Got that. We're gonna do a little test. You're gonna close your eyes, your gonna shut the fuck up and then you're gonna name three songs. After you name the songs, you're gonna count to thirty. Your gonna open your eyes after thirty and then name some rappers or groups. Got that.
Jeff closes his eyes.
Jeff: N.Y. State of Mind, Wrong Side of Da Tracks, Fudge Pudge.
Jeff counts to thirty out loud. Jeff opens his eyes.
Jeff: BDP, Eric B & Rakim, Main Source
The thought police stare at one another. Then at Jeff.
Thought Police: Under the Republica of the Abstract City Thought Police, you are under arrest for violating the mainstream code. You have 3 seconds to lay flat on your stomach with your hands on top of your head. 3...2
Jeff throws a punch at the thought police. The thought police vanish through thin air and appear right behind Jeff. Jeff turns around and lunges toward the thought police. Thought police vanish through thin air and appear behind Jeff. Jeff runs away. Thought police suddenly appear right in front of Jeff. Jeff dives over some bushes.
Jeff is breathing hard.
The thought police suddenly appear before Jeff.
Thought Police: 1...Times up. You do the crime and now you pay the time.
Jeff: Fuck you!
The Thought Police are accompanied by a Snork. The Thought Police gesture at the Snork. Snork jumps on Jeff.
Thought Police: Thats enough, Bush(beat)It looks like he's had enough. Thats what you get when you fuck with the big boys.
Jeff is unconscious. He is bloody on the sidewalk. Green eyes shine as the thought police laugh together.
Interior. Thought Police Facility, evening
Jeff is sitting in a chair. He looks around and sees the thought police. Jeff sees the thought police with their eyes closed. Jeff quickly heads for the door. Thought police suddenly open eyelids to show bright green eyes. Jeff cannot move. Jeff screams out in agony.
Jeff: aaaaaaaaaaaaah
Thought Police: You do the crime, You pay the time.
Jeff: ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Thought Police: Pretty soon(beat) You will be like us.
Jeff becomes unconscious
Interior. Jeff's apartment, morning
Jeff wakes up with a big headache.
Jeff walks to his stereo. He presses play. The sound of Take my Breath Away by Jessica Simpson plays through each speaker. Jeff is singing and dancing out loud.
Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Jeff stops himself and shakes his head in disbelief.
Jeff: That's a horrible cover. Whats happening to me?
Jeff runs to his cd collection. He picks up a Modest Mouse-Moon and Antarctica cd. He opens up the case to find a Britney Spears cd in there.
Jeff: This is not my fuckin cd!
Jeff takes the cd and throws it on the ground. Jeff picks up his Radiohead, Ok Computer cd case. He opens it to find a Hilary Duff cd inside. Jeff looks at some of his other cd collections. He opens up all the cases. Some of his cds are replaced with Lil jon, Petey Pablo, Chingy, Lil Flip, and Sean Paul.
Jeff remembers the Thought Police.
Jeff: "You are not on our team, if you don't think mainstream."
Jeff(to himself) I'm not living like this.
Jeff gets a knife and plunges it into his chest. The Blood begins to drip. Jessica Simpson continues to play in the background.
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Jeff's vision gets hazy. Jeff collapses.
The thought Police suddenly appear.
Thought Police: We lost another one to ditech.
Thought Police 2: Thats what they get when they fuck with the big boys.
Thought Police: Lets go.
Jeff's spirit rises from the bloody body. The blood begins to disapear. Jeff begins healing himself.
Jeff:Queng leon queng tigre ecu tatacut, queca pa?
Exterior. Streets of Abstract City, Present day(2012)
The thought police parade around the earth harassing innocent men. Jeff overhears them and hides.
The Thought Police confront a man with dreads. They stare at his shirt.
Thought Police: I'm afraid you'll have to take off your shirt.
Man with dreads: I am not taking off my shirt.
Thought Police: Green Party Shirts are not allowed in Abstract City.
Man with dreads: I know my rights. I am allowed to wear this shirt.
Thought Police: Under the Republica of the Abstract City Thought Police, you are under arrest for violating the Republican code. You have 3 seconds to lay flat on your stomach with your hands on top of your head. 3...2
Man lunges toward Thought Police. Thought Police disapears and reappears behind man.
Thought Police: 1...Times up. You do the crime and now you pay the time.
The Thought Police stare at man through green eyes. Thought Police slowly close their eyes. The man puts his hands over his ears.
Man: aaaaaaaaaah
Man collapses.
Thought Police: When you awaken, you will be one of us....muhahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaahahahhaahha
hahahahahahah
The man awakens and starts singing and dancing.
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes cause you love me
(I'm sorry but.. so sexy)
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe cause you love me (Uh, you do it well)
So then we tried - ain't feeling this love now
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up (tear ya ass up
Thought Police and man sing and dance together.
I know that I'm carrying on, nevermind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin (you know I want ya babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin babe)
Thought Police and man: You are not on our team, If you don't think mainstream.
AHAHHAHHAHHAH
The saga continues...
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I l i k eaw i d ev a r i e t y .
"...I wanna see movies of my dreams I wanna see movies of my dreams I wanna see movies of my dreams I wanna see movies of my dreams..." -Built to Spill
"I hate the tv I hate the tv I hate the tv I hate the tv y'know that it's killing me y'know that it's killing meI hate the president I hate the president I hate the president I hate the president y'know that he's killing me y'know that he's killing me..."-Violent Femmes
Reading Material: The Tibetan Art of Living, Astral Dynamics, Emotional Intelligence, Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy, A Guide to Rational Living, Feeling Good: The New Mood Therapy, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, The Multi-Orgasmic Man, Practical Psychic Self-Defense, Caro's Book of Tells, Classic Kapampangan Dictionary, and (whenever I have time) textbooks for school.
Andres Bonifacio, Raja Soliman, Morihei Ueshiba, Miyamoto Musashi.