movie part one

[Axanderdeath]

ACTION!!!


It is a rainy night and the wind is blowing the trees around and large
streams of water are coming off the leaves. A woman with blond hair and a
golden plastic crown and a white bridesmaids dress walks along the street.
She smiles at a man on the side of the street in an inlet of a store front.
The man is in an army fatigue jacket and a has a down mowhawk and a nose ring.
He smiles back. The woman stops to light a smoke.

Woman-do you have a light?—her voice is strong and cuts through the sound of the strong blowing winds.

Man-yes m’lady.—bad fake English accent.

Woman-why thank you sir—quite a fine English accent even though fake.

The man holds out a Bic and lights it and the flame goes out. The woman comes
closer and closer to the man until they are almost touching making a shield
with their bodies against the howling winds. Her smoke is light and she
takes a drag and exhales as if in ecstasy. The man stands in awe as if there
is some special life force or something emanating from her. Some power
greater than his cognitive ability to understand. She walks on leaving the man awestruck for several moments. Then the man goes in to his bag and pulls out a pipe and drops in a rock and lights his rock.

Through the night the man walks with a large garbage bag filled to the max.
He walks around his jacket opening up and blowing to the side. He has a
down mowhawk that is all askew. He walks up the steps to a church and the
door opens. His face is covered with the warm engrossing light. Very
warm—very inviting.

The women walks smoking her cigarette with orgasmic pleasure. There
are happy Halloween posters all over and skeletons and what not. Every now
and then a small figure draped in a bed sheet scamps by. She is in a
residential neighbourhood with an unlit smoke. She stops and walks up the
iron spiral stair well into a very well to do home and opens the door.

In the front room of a dark house, the sound of the rain falling on the
roof. She turns off the light and her smile fades in to a smirk. She
fiddles around in her purse and produces a bag of white powder and puts it on
the table—then another. She sits down in the wooden chair that is an antique.
She smiles and then rage fills her eyes—her face goes red… eyes as intense as
comets flying through the vacuum of space going nowhere, lost. She spots
some coke on the table and divvies her self up a huge line. Snorts it with
a 100 dolarbill.


Red leaves on the ground and orange in the trees. The man walks along the
street with an another man—this one slightly younger with a large cut along
his forehead and plaid pants.

The first man (Steve)-Chuck, man you should of seen this girl last night
that came up to me at the spot.

Chuck-you fuck her—Chuck cuts in, his voice is ruff as though it is weather
beaten.

Steve-no I just lit her smoke.—Steve stares off in a trance and a strange
inhuman grin begins to develop on his face.

Chuck-well. She must a been something—looking at Steve without
understanding. Shaking his head.-I light peoples smokes all the fucking time
steveo, that is no biggie. She did not give you a little suckasucky or
nothing?

To this remark Steve stops dead in his tracks. He looks into his pocket
and produces a 100 dollar bill.

Steve-she must have been high. I snagged this—He says placidly.

Chuck-well then my brother. Let’s get high.

The two walk off around a brick building. The leaves falling in the
forefront like snow flakes. A Porsche drives by the exact place they had left,
stops and a man gets out in a pinstriped suit. He is holding a briefcase.
He walks in to the office building. A bird lands before his feet and
instead of moving or avoiding the little bird the man steps right on it.
Then looks down at it and smiles. Dashes his shoe off in a puddle. The
puddle fills with blood as we fade out out…

[joel]

as usual, geoff, i envy your talent. this is awesome--really vivid, easy to visualize. you convey so much without spiraling into detail upon detail. i felt bad for the bird...really bad for the bird. what does it say that the people don't get any of my pity?

[Axanderdeath]

as usual, geoff, i envy your talent. this is awesome--really vivid, easy to visualize. you convey so much without spiraling into detail upon detail. i felt bad for the bird...really bad for the bird. what does it say that the people don't get any of my pity?

joel thanks for the comment-

I am not sure what it is about--it came out of me--it must mean something--on some level