Friday, 6 April 2012
Saturday, 10 March 2012
stolen pepsi
Three characters (Alison, Ed and Anthony) cross paths during a routine convenience store grab and run sparking on and off friendship against the backdrop of small town America following a "UFO" crashing into the local lake, and how it clashes with their entire lives within the town boundries.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Hook's Symphony (work in progress)
The eyes were watching from Minnesota to Illinois, and the trucks were passing through this gaze, and the eyes saw "Hook's".
"Hook's" fast food had been around since the 40's, exploding from a humble burger joint to an arrogant leather jacket wearing sunglass touting celebrity in the 70's. It had not aged gracefully. a barrage of ads lashed out at the consumers, and as such they felt they had to consume. So they did.
"Hook's" fast food had been around since the 40's, exploding from a humble burger joint to an arrogant leather jacket wearing sunglass touting celebrity in the 70's. It had not aged gracefully. a barrage of ads lashed out at the consumers, and as such they felt they had to consume. So they did.
Friday, 2 March 2012
re: Green Sea Breeze
Rumors are abounding re: a new designer drug called Green Sea Breeze, or Green-C's, spreading like a crystalized killer bee throughout the midWest. Police have recovered 2 grams of a green meth-like drug from a bust in an unspecified city street from an un-named dealer.
Based on what a severely drunk guy in a bar told me, and take that what it's worth, Green-C starts off as a simple, desirable high. However, in certain circumstances the drug causes unexpected side effects including a state of catatonia where external stimuli cease to influence the user. Or in other words, you go off your fucking head.
The DEA haven't commented on what the green stuff actually is, except it isn't methamphetamine.
Based on what a severely drunk guy in a bar told me, and take that what it's worth, Green-C starts off as a simple, desirable high. However, in certain circumstances the drug causes unexpected side effects including a state of catatonia where external stimuli cease to influence the user. Or in other words, you go off your fucking head.
The DEA haven't commented on what the green stuff actually is, except it isn't methamphetamine.
cats
So this guy who wasn't a druggie but he dabbled was taking Green-C and he got scrambled. It was definitely crystal, but it wasn't meth, or so they said. He lay down in bed, and when his lids were closed the cat was there. It was wasn't a man, but it had been built like one. The mouth was open to hiss, the ears were poised and as big as the rest of the head and it had teeth. At least four of them were sharp enough. He thought it might be wearing a suit, but he was looking into its eyes.
"Hello, Craig..."
He opened his eyes and it went away.
Kane sold him it. He'd heard stories about how kane had got into the scene selling crack, but they'd shared a beer once and Kane had assured him he'd never been near coke. It wasn't his style. It wasn't readily available. That was his style.
Craig dug weed for the most part. The odd pill and the occasional vein when he was trying to shake something loose down under his bones. Kane told him about The Green Sea Breeze. It loooked a lot like meth,
It looked a lot like a cat. Now, his eyes were open and it could pounce on a blink. He wondered about injecting the veins you see in a bloodshot eye.
The cat came out from the mirrored wardrobe. Its fur hadn't been combed and its mouth never moved from the hisss and it said hello Craig and he shouted and ashouted for his parents. And he looked at the door and the cat crouched at the bottom of his bed. He could smell salt.
"Don't you want to stroke me?" it said.
He howled for his mom and the door didn't open.
The cat was laughing like a baby drowning. Its eyes never moved either. He knew it wasn't a static mask though.
He figured his mom had gone out for some food, or to the supermarket or. The cat was still laughing when it climbed onto his chest, and moved closer and closer to his face and laughed and laughed and its salty breath.
Of course, Craig's mom had been trying to calm him down for minutes now because he was out of it. She hadn't seen him so bad before.
He didn't see her at all. He'd taken a step to the left. He would keep screaming, but his mom wasn't in this reality.
The cat was nose to nose with him.
It was one hell of a staring contest.
"Hello, Craig..."
He opened his eyes and it went away.
Kane sold him it. He'd heard stories about how kane had got into the scene selling crack, but they'd shared a beer once and Kane had assured him he'd never been near coke. It wasn't his style. It wasn't readily available. That was his style.
Craig dug weed for the most part. The odd pill and the occasional vein when he was trying to shake something loose down under his bones. Kane told him about The Green Sea Breeze. It loooked a lot like meth,
It looked a lot like a cat. Now, his eyes were open and it could pounce on a blink. He wondered about injecting the veins you see in a bloodshot eye.
The cat came out from the mirrored wardrobe. Its fur hadn't been combed and its mouth never moved from the hisss and it said hello Craig and he shouted and ashouted for his parents. And he looked at the door and the cat crouched at the bottom of his bed. He could smell salt.
"Don't you want to stroke me?" it said.
He howled for his mom and the door didn't open.
The cat was laughing like a baby drowning. Its eyes never moved either. He knew it wasn't a static mask though.
He figured his mom had gone out for some food, or to the supermarket or. The cat was still laughing when it climbed onto his chest, and moved closer and closer to his face and laughed and laughed and its salty breath.
Of course, Craig's mom had been trying to calm him down for minutes now because he was out of it. She hadn't seen him so bad before.
He didn't see her at all. He'd taken a step to the left. He would keep screaming, but his mom wasn't in this reality.
The cat was nose to nose with him.
It was one hell of a staring contest.
Alert! Please pass this on to your friends and relatives!
I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but after a disturbing conversation with my cousin, a Denver city policeman , I can't remain quiet.
An emerging violent gang calling themselves The Camp are planning on an initiation ceremony within the next few days. They will be targetting mothers with children at Hook's fast food restaurants across the State, using syringes filled with LSD. He also mentioned how some of these gang members will be wanting to rape the mothers, or even kill them to look better in the eyes of the gang leaders.
I can only pray to God that this is just a rumor, but use caution over the coming days! Tell anyone who will listen, especially vulnerable women! God bless!
An emerging violent gang calling themselves The Camp are planning on an initiation ceremony within the next few days. They will be targetting mothers with children at Hook's fast food restaurants across the State, using syringes filled with LSD. He also mentioned how some of these gang members will be wanting to rape the mothers, or even kill them to look better in the eyes of the gang leaders.
I can only pray to God that this is just a rumor, but use caution over the coming days! Tell anyone who will listen, especially vulnerable women! God bless!
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