October 14th, 2014

screenwriter, Kightlinger, hate

What was that jOke I said I had heard this morning? About a Phis with no eyes…

And so he sits and thinks to himself.

He's typing at his laptop. No notes. No double spacing. Just his thoughts.

He don't care… he's alright.

He don't care, it's alright.

I cut you dead
don't you tell.
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right

He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
Yeah yeah yeah


The lyrics of the song playing from one of PETRA'S cassettes, reverberate in his head.
screenwriter, Kightlinger, hate

An update. Hmm. But then where's my typewriter?

Can't find my phone. Otherwise this would be a tweet.

The lyrics to some song has me thinking the words being sung were these: Whenever I headr the Prez saying (audibly) ISIL, I think he's saying asshole. At least his lips are moving in that general motion. And now with CGI… well, you know.



Too long? Yeah, I know. Eventually, I would spend an hour editing it and cutting it down to its bare bones.