Excerpt from screenplay "signs of life" |
voice 1It poored that day but not enough to wash away the words. Nothing would ever make me clean again. It changed his face, did you know that. It's not right to equate it to a gun but I guess it ca...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 11:47:00 GMT |
is this a change |
impressions via connectednessmessages get blockedwhen steeped in mattertricky to maintain whenthe job of a conduateis to let all pass through itand at the other endlinks spark like synaptical firesbri...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 12:13:00 GMT |
Funny Human Tetris Japanese Game Show |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYXObIS5_AM
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 09:20:00 GMT |
matter |
Unlearning and relearning, replacing the bad with the good. Regardless of the imposing judicial like hammer, that most often reaches out from our own thrown. Sitting all black robed and knowing! Cho...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 14:06:00 GMT |
human |
what get's left behind to be a tapestry of the human kindonce explained as a canvas from behind, this life, yours and mine set out on a path to see and find lovewhat's devine, keeping truth being kind...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 11:18:00 GMT |
we grow |
can't stay in the same place but Iv got roots to long to say, and stillstatic won't find melet em grow unto the sun you see silence is a battle crywe are really wild and wonder whyfor each want we cry...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 15:45:00 GMT |
red wine west |
time reaches out and touches yousays how how are youwhere are youwhen will youbethat kindthe kind to see to be fullof heart the typethat takes a riskthe riskwhen will you gowhere everthat isa place of...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 19:53:00 GMT |
the colors |
sitting in a glass bowl feeling like a tad poleI bare the weight in tow all of that's behind meto realize fear's lost energystolen or misplacedin the chain of historywe come to seean unbridles youan ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 13:12:00 GMT |
the roots |
deep and rough crazy and meansometimes the roots are that obscenewe war products we love storiesgreat breeding god fearingvacant and evadingnone the less a root connecteda link in a chain of historych...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 11:08:00 GMT |
she |
A solatary entranceher walk was with the airher blood sympatico to the weatherwith humilitydripping thoughtson pagesfantasia is breathingas words occur in formwith a pulse more indicativethan most tac...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 10:04:00 GMT |
