This was the script I developed from the piece of cut-out writing.EDIT (28/4/09) I crossed out all the pointless and complicated text, bolding the parts I intend to use..The original script dealt with too much imagery and did not give the feel I wanted it too. There was too much talking, and it almost turned into a narrated story.
The damp fireplace breathes fire. It’s just another dream like all those before the invention of the idiot box.
“Oh God”
Its tail is still flapping one side to the next. I cried with the way you write poems like its bones.
“You cant even see it so how do you know?” “...Doesn't matter over again you tell me there's nothing.”
“But you never trust me, you're a liar lights”
Overhead, millions of blankets covering my legs then...
“You have never proven me wrong”
While black milk falls, you curl your legs up into a sphere, softly settling after a hunt in the mud.
“Moles sing, rhyme and pleasant plants along a corridor.”
“Washing those always filthy rabbits that are filled up to their neck with trash. Beautiful.” For this you are mad.
Plant is sleeping too and slowly withers, water falling from your teeth and singing slowly biting my legs. It was red.
“Until I was clean you said I was hiding dark feelings away. I'm so glad they're gone now.”
“You are happy. You are sad.”
“That poor person is still down, mental, face, why do these seem?”
In the hospital waiting for an answer.
It pisses rain as the dark dead cat and all those in front pile up to build a dirty magazine.
“How sick are you”
“You're just going to have to trust the box.”
“Well, I don't believe you yourself a hypocrite. In fact, I have proven you wrong”
You soundly drift to sleep in thick.
“Do you lay there with beats in your heart like dogs that sing?"
