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Without crashing and knowing who your talking to, morality that is versatile or knowing exactly what you want is the sky that chokes itself with gunk. In one of my scripts theres a character named Sky. A scene: a super enhanced sex/female takes over our Universe. And laws and science change, good gene/jean adaptability, 'ability to super effect your shit', I sound like burnt warbler with Navigator googgles in doomsday from a space ship, is a deal from her, space alien, somewhere.
Getting the clues at a dimensional door/store down the street of everyday streets, and when you leave and a vampire does a back flip out of the moving car kisses you on the cheek and goes 'theres an accident' or simply repays with another name of the character "Wishbone" then the highways would turn into gateways, to a star in the night sky and club halo would be on the moon or a nifty bar, in a ant hill .....,

Worldly Spin Out

Its funny when you wake up and go fuck! like a big enormous mistake was made about your salvation gifts handed out ! I realize I sound like a retard now and though it is possible, that there is this brilliance that I have within my self that is my inner farthest self thats sometimes ME !! is a funny caricature for history, and art books and I, my drunk good debauche friend Chris, who is posht daddy of all and gets me in to swank Hollywood cliche partys at Sundance, tittie bars in Salt Lake City, and the true peyote eating high priest of Burning Man, with new astounding ways of spontaniety and disaster, thrown out of a few ..,. Spilled wine in a gallery and was thrown out! That was Chris Wasted knocking my shoulder and helping me throw a illusio,n tossing my wine on a painting and I swear it was inertia that did it or the cheerleaders of chaos, the opening and closing of the gates of heaven or the drunken carbincle gift of my eye, the most debach selfs you've ever really seen .....,,,,

Halo

something about sky scrapers and being in one kind of makes you feel like you have the biggest ..., and O, I've come off looking really bad too. I mean to misrepresent something like yourself is O kay but to blatantly have no desire to succeed when thier practically knocking on your door and to show that you rather sit in this room and smoke merry jesus in a nice leather chair with wheels and watch all the lights instead of work, thats just being dumb. I'm not stupid I just don't care. I remeber this picture of Picasso, he's looking out of a window of his studio with his hands pressed against it, his eyes are like a predator but he's in a cage. I kind of like this cage though, room service, porn, internet, someplace to get a drink, lights, to noisy to sleep, sirens and helicopters, constant traffic, I'm going to slip out of this mother fucker and boogie on the coast someplace cool and then I'm going to find a Rave, with a bunch of aliens, in the nevada desert cause I really have this urge to dance. Hey suges, I told you I had formalities I've Got This Pyschosis That I Have To Support and she stops and says, that would be a brilliant logline. Then I've got your script right here, baby.