Fishy

I bought a fish today. His name is Sir Luto FSH. But you can call him Luto. ;) I will be posting pictures later on when I find the time.

Luto is my new inspiration. :)

Anonymous Script # 2 (Untitled)

(MAN and WOMAN enter smallish apartment. They are formally dressed and she is aggravated. The MAN has terminal cancer, the WOMAN has no idea.)

WOMAN: (mockingly) How may I help you?
MAN: Why are you doing this?
WOMAN: Doing what?
MAN: Making a big deal out of nothing.
WOMAN: She was flirting with you!
MAN: She was only our hostess!
WOMAN: You were flirting with her!
MAN: I was being nice!
WOMAN: Don't lie to me.
MAN: Oh, so am I forbidden to be polite to other women now?
WOMAN: You're not allowed to flirt with other women!
MAN: I wasn't flirting!

(WOMAN turns away from the MAN. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms)

MAN: Come on , babe. Please turn around.

(Slight pause)

MAN: Cute.
WOMAN: Being pissed off at you is cute?
MAN: You being jealous. It's adorable.
WOMAN: I'm not jealous. (she turns toward him) I'm just mildly concerned.
MAN: Uh huh. Sure.
WOMAN: I just want to make sure that nothing keeps us apart this time.
MAN: Nothing's going to happen. I promise.

(The couple embraces. You can only see the MAN'S face. He looks worried.)

MAN: I love you, you know that? (still hugging)
WOMAN: Yeah. Me too.

Bring Me the Disco King

One of my favourite songs. Sung by David Bowie and featuring Maynard Keenan.
Every time I hear this song, something clicks inside me, and everything in my life that's unsure or confusing makes sense. And I am content for about six minutes and nine seconds. <3

You promised me the ending would be clear
You'd let me know when the time was now
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappear

Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn't worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written on

Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible

Hot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me down river of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the streets with the good time girls

Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible
We could dance, dance, dance thru' the fire
Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire

Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king

Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the '70s
Smelling of love through the moist winds
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to release

Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire
Dance, dance, dance thru' the fire
Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king

- Blk

Drown, Drown, Drowning (Lyrics)

(C) to Brianna Kane. Don't steal or I'mma go all Dexter on yo' ass.

We've neglected the remote,
Lost between cowarded cushions,
I've made a mental note.
The clocks have watched us in rewind,
Knee-deep in a taste to tainted,
So bitterly entwined.

I'm battling the blushing and the wishing to let go,
As our orbit trembles, like a wincing, waltzing tableau.

Drown, drown, drowning within,
Heart sank, lungs giving in.
Down, down, downing the sea.
One, two, ten gulps and I'm free.
Disappearing completely,
I am fading discreetly,
Because I can't swim,
You win.

Framed like old art on the wall,
We succumed to all of our contrasts,
But age isn't at fault.
Cups are half-empty with a look,
So why do I dance these ripples,
Of dreams just over-looked?

I'm battling the blushing and the wishing to let go,
As our orbit trembles, like a wincing, waltzing tableau.

Drown, drown, drowing within,
Heart sank, lungs giving in.
Down, down, downing the sea.
One, two, ten gulps and I'm free.
Disappearing completely,
I am fading discreetly,
Because I can't swim,
I win.

I'm battling imperfections,
Swallowed by the broken waves,
But before I die my passion lifts me,
From the water's cold embrace.

Drown, drown, drowning within,
Heart sank, love's given in.
Down, down, downing the sea,
One, two, ten gulps and I'm free.
Disappearing completely,
I am fading discreetly,
Because I can't win,
I'll learn to swim.

I'm breathing in the atmosphere of having let you go,
This is my farewell, drained all the tears that once overflowed...

Falling Down the Inkwell (Lyrics)

(C) to Brianna Kane. Steal these lyrics, and I go Dexter on yo' ass.

The clouds are crying
Spitting on my wings
The storm has come
Its violence is enlightening
The streets overflow
With thoughts I dare to think
My dreams are raining down;
Dark stains of bleeding ink

I feel hopeless; I'm broken and suffering
I need someone to hear my thunder sing

My wish hit the pavement
And washed away in grief
Cause I took you for granted
Tore your heart right off its sleeve
I'm not one to reget
But lately I've been thinking
I'm sick of dodging puddles
And you're my favourite season

I feel nothing; this the lightening guaranteed
But I need someone's umbrella to cover me

I'm sad, it's true
For things that I can't undo
But if I could rewind life
I know that I would choose you

Drip, drop. Drip, drop
I'm falling faster
Drip, drop. Drip, drop
I've fallen for you

I'm sad, it's true
For things that I can't undo
But if I could rewind life
I know that I would choose you

I'm sad it's true
For things that I can't undo
But if I could rewind life
I know that I would choose you

The clouds are crying...

<3 Blk.

Chalk.

Mr.B: *throws chalk at B's head
B: You almost hit my eye!
Mr.B: You're wearing glasses.

(Discussing Improv Theory with class - and the don'ts. Specifically how violence is a no-no)

B: Can I throw a piece of chalk instead?
Mr.B: No... That would be violence... And I don't know who would do that...

- Blk.

Anonymous Script (Untitled)

The other day, in the middle of Music class, an idea for a script dawned upon me. So I took a few minutes while my teacher was rambling, and wrote down what came to me. On spare today, I annotated it. I added to it. I edited it. And here's what I have so far...

(Couple is embracing in a hug. The woman pulls away)

Woman: I feel empty.
Man: Why empty?
Woman: You make me feel empty.
Man: I make you feel empty?
Woman: (nods)
(pause)
Man: Well, the cup can't always be half full.
Woman: Listen to yourself. What happened when I was gone that made you like this?
Man: Like what?
Woman: So bitter.
Man: I'm the exact same person as I was before you left. You're making something out of nothing here.
Woman: Why must you make me feel this way?
Man: What way?
Woman: Empty!
(pause)
Man: Empty.
Woman: Yes, empty.
Man: Why empty?
(pause)
Man: Please. Answer me.
Woman: How is she?
Man: What are you talking abou-
Woman: -You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not stupid. I'm not oblivious here.
Man: How did you...?
Woman: I can smell her on your shirt.
Man: I love you. You believe that right?
Woman: Most days I do.
Man: And what about today?
Woman: Well. Today's different.
Man: Why is today any different?
Woman: Because today I can't feel a thing.
(pause)
Man: You're empty.
Woman: Yes. I am.
Man: Me too.

- Blk.

Separated by Cities (The City Lights)

I'm not really sure about the title for this, but I found this poem in my book and thought it needed to be shared... "Separated by Cities (The City Lights)" was written on the top on the sheet, so I'm going with it... Though I wrote it months ago, I still enjoy it. And I hope you do too!

Crowded by words so eloquently spoken
And drowned by the silence that follows.
We're cities apart, and yet I hear you so clearly;
Diction ringing clear.
It's moments like these that I wish to travel,
Just to see you - to put a face to the sound.

You've been the ripple in my pond,
Ever so kindly disrupting my natural flow.
- How can I think straight with you so often cluttering my mind?
I don't. I don't think straight.
Thanks for that, by the way.

You know the worst part?
You're not here; there's only your words...
You can't catch me when I fall for you. <3



It needs work. Maybe I'll end up touching this one up and reposting it someday. We'll see.
- Blk.

Another Untitled Song

I was writing this song a while ago, and the inspiration stopped. I think I may be getting it back slowly. But it is dedicated to Rachael. <3 Here's some of the lyrics.

Her train jumped the track and traced the world
On its fine dotted line of uncertainties
And when the dots fell away
Down the winding staircase
Her dreams gave away under her feet

And when the train stopped
she walked the streets of nostalgia
And painted her way with blue fantasies

And that's all that I can remember. But I am in love with these lyrics. They remind me so much of my life.

- Blk.

Olives.

I was working on a short story entitled "Olives" for a while. And then the idea to make it into a script came over me. I much prefer it as a script. Don't know when I'll be able to finish it. I'd like to work on it every now and then and try to get it finished by Christmas. But good things take time. I know that now. And I don't want to rush this bittersweet story.

I'd tell you more of what it's about, but that would give it away. It'll probably just be a one act play. Maybe I'll post it on here eventually.

- Blk.

New Song

I've been working on a song for what seems like months now. And I can't quite finish it... Anyways, I'll probably end up writing a different one altogether, but here are some of the lyrics that I've started.

I'm broken
So forget about leaving
I'm gonna tie you up so you can't go
It's teething
This hunger for your words
And I'm melting at every kiss that crows

I'm caught up in this web that you've strung
With the hope that your heart would kiss my lips
It's been etched inside my mouth with your tongue
Your feelings of regret for this sour sip...
Of summer romance

I'm on fire.
Burning.
Breathing in ash.
I can see it,
My heart,
Melting at last.


But most of these are just ideas. I haven't really decided where it's going exactly, but expect a lot more new songs to come. :)

- Blk.

Heart Attack

So I slept through my alarm clock. Why? Because I had a dream that I held my Mother's hand as she had a heart attack. I woke up before she reached the end of it though. So I don't know how she ended up. Kind of scary, I'll admit.

So today is going to be a mother's day of sorts. :) And for the record, I am never watching Stepmom before bed again.

- Blk.

My First Character: Isabel Kelly

It's decided. My first character to play and record will be Isabel from the film Stepmom (incredibly portrayed by Julia Roberts). If you see me taking more pictures than usual, it's because I'm going to step into her shoes for a while. She's a professional photographer in New York and through out the movie you can always find her on the other side of the camera - always the one watching. It's funny that we're opposites in that sense, because I'm usually the one posing, but we're also alike because we're both people watchers in a sense. She wants to capture their spirit on film, and I aim to steal spirits and use them in characters and such. Anyways, in the end she finds her place; her moment, and steps out from behind the camera to take a picture with her new family. *tears

It's such a wonderful story. I can't wait to get started.

- Blk.

Stepmom

I found the perfect monologue today. And at first I wasn't sure, so I had to watch the film 'Stepmom' again, since I hadn't seen it since I was really little. And even then, I don't think I ever saw the whole thing. So I watched it. I cried more than I have in a while. And I fell in love with this story. And as much as I love Jackie's character... The monologue I found was Isabel's point of view on the future and all. Here it is...

Isabel: I never wanted to be a mom. Well, sharing it with you is one thing, but caring alone the rest of my life, always being compared to you. You're perfect. They worship you. I just don't want to be looking over my shoulder everyday, for twenty years, knowing that someone would have done it right, done it better, the way that I can't. You're mother-earth incarnate, you ride with Anna, you know every story, every wound, every memory. Their whole life's happiness is wrapped up in you. Every single moment. Don't you get it? Look down the road to her wedding. I'm in a room alone with her Fitting her veil, fluffing her dress. Telling her, no woman has ever looked that beautiful. And my fear is that (pause) she'll be thinking "I wish my mom was here".

I am in the process of memorizing. :)

- Blk.

Romeo and Juliet

My wonderful sister found advertisement for auditions for Romeo and Juliet. And I was totally for it. Seconds later I learned that it's Thursday night, and I have important plans. And it's too soon. And I'm too busy. Damn. I was so close there.

- Blk.

Monologues.

I have been looking up several monologues all evening, and I think I've chosen a select few to memorize and record. :)

- Blk.

Dawson's Creek Quotes

Some of my favourite quotes from my favourite television series.

"I reject reality."
"Everything changes eventually."
"Don't give up on your lost causes, you never know when you're luck will change."
"I don't believe in perfect love. But I do believe that there are people who's lives are inextricably intertwined."
"And the rest is pornographic history."
"I'm an artist, torture is a prerequisite."
"Edge is fleeting, heart lasts forever."

And so many more.
- Blk.

Mechanical Love

Throw out the batteries, and turn me on.
Light me up, and spin me round.
Take me to your favourite place,
Hold me close; face to face.
Never drop me,
Never let me go,
Drink me up,
And feel this flavour grow.

- Blk.

From My Favourite Book...

"SHE WAS ELUSIVE. SHE WAS TODAY. SHE WAS TOMORROW. SHE WAS THE FAINTEST SCENT OF A CACTUS FLOWER, THE FITTING SHADOW OF AN ELF OWL. WE DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF HER. IN OUR MINDS WE TRIED TO PIN HER TO A CORK BOARD LIKE A BUTTERFLY. BUT THE PIN MERELY WENT THROUGH, AND AWAY SHE FLEW."


I have this memorized. Probably one of the most important paragraphs for me, to had ever been written.

- Blk.

Cue House Lights

Welcome all.
To my thoughts.
To my most transcendent dreams.
And also to my never ending supply of nostalgia.
Here you will be preview to those moments when I'm alone...
When that inner creative clock starts ticking.
And for as long as I breathe, it'll never run out.
That I can promise.

Ah, but first, coffee.

- Blk.