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Saturday, June 08, 2002
TITLE: INSANITY STRIKES.... SETTING: A LOCAL RECOVERY CENTER; EVENING. THE SCENE OPENS ON ROOM 428; MAN IS LAYING IN A BED, SHARPENING A HUGE KNIFE ON A STONE. A WITHERED OLD CRONE LIES ON THE OTHER BED. A THIN CURTAIN SEPARATES THEM. Crone: TURN THE GODDAMN HEAT UP! IT NEEDS TO BE 78 DEGREES IN HERE! I HAVE A CHILL! Matt: I miss my morphene pump... (continues sharpening knife) CRONE: AND YOU LEFT THE LIGHT ON AFTER 10 LAST NIGHT! THERE ARE RULES! I HAVE BEEN AROUND LONGER, SON. STATE LAW SAYS THAT YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW ALL THE CENTER RULES!!! THERE IS A RULE THAT THE TV AND ALL THE LIGHTS HAVE TO BE OFF AFTER 8 O'CLOCK! WE HAVE TO SHUT THE DOOR AND LAY HERE IN THE DARK. Matt: There is no such law, you miserable old bat. (sharpenes knife with increased fervor). CRONE: NO! YOU CAN'T WEAR MY HAT! YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME, OR I WILL HAVE YOU THROWN OUT OF HERE. HELLO? SPEAK UP! Matt: grumble (sharpening knife) CRONE: TURN THE LIGHT OUT! I'M COLD! GOD DAMNIT! Matt: I miss the bologna sandwich dude. Geez... CRONE: HELLO? LISTEN TO ME, WHIPPERSNAPPER! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE DEALING WITH! I AM A VETRAN OF THE CIVIL WAR! WHAT IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!!!! Matt: Praise Allah! CRONE: AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHH! Matt: whew.... FADE OUT.... Friday, June 07, 2002
just the other morning i had a good one. the world as we know it was thrown in post-apocalyptic chaos. everyone thought that everyone else was diseased and no one dared touch each other. i challenged this notion several times with facts and logic to no avail. everyone was divided into camps and they all had very OCD ways of dealing with their individual environs. i was freshly realized from a hospital bed. i terrorized all the tribes on my quest for food. Sunday, June 02, 2002
another strange architecture dream this morning. how's this for an elevator? as it lowers, farther and farther underground, the walls close in. this happens until it's only big enough for one person. then at the end a plastic tube at the top spits dirt on your head. |