I think I should start writing some speculative fiction stories with these characters and then making quick short films and see which ones people like and then build off of then or do features from the feedback. Or how about No. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank U. Sientamose Senos senses where the patients wounds are and removes the poison and turns the patient into a new person. But wait there’s more….he loves Smores. Get it, there’s more he loves Smores. Lol. Peace. Gracias, yo recuerdo.
So woke up this morning and started to doodle and then algorithmic Shake started to Doodle but he didn’t have a poodle and wasn’t eating noodles he just had some yummy toaster Strudel. #Bars #2019 GOD, Universe, Muses, thanks for the inspiration. Be grateful, Be thankful, and don’t forget to be playful. Life is short so live it up.
So in order to be really good at something you have to learn from those who mastered the art form that you want to learn. So in the meantime taking the time to learn from some legends. Stay Happy, Humble, Healthy, Hungry. Peace. All Love.
She made a cake and they ate it all good. She had some pie and it was gone. They were going real fast and I watched them fly bye. Sometimes it’s better to watch it all from the sidelines, because when it turns bad and their dissing not kissing you won’t even mind because you gave it no attention. Seeing what you say and saying what you see, those are 2 different things, I’ll telling you G. I woke up feeling like rhyming while I dream about flying. Teace. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you.
So lately I have been fascinated by the Bay Area again and said oh that would be cool to make like a Raiderette Princess or something like that. Then I said why not make a whole story behind it, then why not a film. Then I remembered I’m not doing nothing (right now)(Still trying to sort things out). Then I just drawed it up. GOD forgive me for not using the many talents you’ve given me. I will try harder. Thank You. Other than that stay Happy, Healthy, Hungry, and Humble. Keep fruit in your life and diet it does a body good. I used to think before it was where you were that helped you create, then I realized not really its the person. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you. All Love.
***On another note 37 shots is alot of times for someone that’s unarmed, then to return to the vehicle, and unload another magazine from a semi-auto rifle(which means you had to consciously pull the trigger each time) is Excessive. Damn. Unaccountability at it’s finest.
There once was a man. He walked with no plan. He never made it to any destination. He just drifted and wondered from place to place. He wandered, waited and contemplated. But he never risked nor lived his life. He was content and never tryed. At the end when he was in the nursing home he wondered what his life may have been had he the courage to BEGIN. The End.
GOD, Universe, Muses, thanks. Just a short poem for now. Peace. Stay Blessed and less stressed (if you can).
So I always have a series of short stories that pop in my head from time to time. In time I will make them into short films or I may not ever. Either way. Here we go(Slick Rick Bedtime Story Voice):
Virginia was a long time sufferer of worry and addiction. She had been thru several failed relationships and had recently finished another abuse relationship. (Virginia is laying on the bed in a night gown where sweat is dripping from her pores as she sits in a hot humid room staring at the rapidly turning ceiling fan).
Virginia is tired and is started to feel sick. She reached up to her dresser drawer next to her reached for her trusty go to of Relieveaxer(Pill Bottle). She reaches and notices the bottle jumps back from her. She shakes her head and eyes to verify what she just saw. The bottle has a grin on its face. Virginia lunges from her bed towards the pill bottle. This effort fails and now she finds herself crawling on the floor towards the pill bottle who has opened its top and it flexing on her by shaking the pills in his belly. Virginia shakes her head again as she continues in pursuit of the pill bottle. The pill bottle has jumped into the bathroom. Virginia peers into the bathroom listening for the nauseating and intoxicating sound of the rattle of pills. She looks around near the toilet doesn’t see anything. Virginia musters up the courage to pull herself up to the sink level of the bathroom sink. Virginia opens the medicine cabinet above the kitchen sink. Immediately the pill bottle jumps into Virginia’s face and then Virginia and the pill bottle get into a fight damaging the bathroom mirror and causing the soap dispenser to hit the floor. Virginia falls to the floor and the pill bottle runs out of the bathroom. By now Virginia’s urge to cure her remedy has reached climatic-obsession. Virginia foaming at the mouth and badly injured pounds the wood floor in the direction of the pill bottle as it runs into the kitchen. The pill bottle starts to dance near the kitchen counter and then suddenly does a spin move and throws all of its pills into the air causing them to trickle into the sink where the disposal is waiting. Virginia reaches around to grab the fledgling and melting pills when she looks up the pill bottle is near the on/off switch to the disposal. Virginia turns her head side to side in a slow motion trying to convince the pill bottle not to take the action. The pill bottle takes the action as Virginia is pulling away…but its too late. The blades of the disposal have damaged Virginia’s hand and she winces in pain and uses her other hand to grab the bottle by its waist. She applies enough force to crush the pill bottle causing her hand to bleed. Virginia then falls to the floor from pure exhaustion. (In walks speaker narrator, “Addiction is powerful, more powerful than most will ever know!” Narrator walks off. Final shot of Virginia laying with hands on the ground.
**This is a short story that I wrote. That’s it. Peace. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you for the power of storytelling.
So I was doodling this morning and this was cool. Thought of a short story that just ruled. Stephanie was surprised by a gift from her boyfriend. She reached down and took it inside of her apartment. She was so happy and eager as the day (Valentine’s day) was coming to a close. As she opened the packaging she called up Greg. She said thanks for the gift, what gift, then she cranked the cranked and it went clankity clank, she responded you didn’t send me a gift. Then the Laugh N a Box popped out and Stephanie kept laughing without a doubt. Word. Lol. That’s it for today. GOD, Universe, Muses, thank you. More short films to come.
Fontana, Ca, yayyy, Mustang Lane. Or Naw. Maybe. Well I guess time will tell. See yah around. Time is running out kidd. I know. Not dumb. Adding some more to the project. That’s enough, GOD, Universe, Muses, thanks for the steady stream. Peace, Enjoy your day.
Please find time in your prayers to pray for Guatemala and that people can find there loved ones. That’s it. finished another few titles but now have to storyboard them. God, Thanks, Universe, thanks, Muses, thanks, Knowns and Unknowns, thanks. Humble LEarning servant, JJ.