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Mel ✨ (she/her)
Filmmaker. Screenwriter. Technically literate, emotionally hollow.
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Mel ✨ (she/her)
Filmmaker. Screenwriter. Technically literate, emotionally hollow.
Filmmaker. Screenwriter. Technically literate, emotionally hollow.
Filmmaker. Screenwriter. Technically literate, emotionally hollow.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP
EVERYTHING IS RED AND FULL OF GRIME
THE COSMIC ABSOLUTION OF IT ALL
IT COALESCES INTO SOMETHING
BLACK
I HAVE SEEN EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING
THE TOTAL OF IT IS TOO MUCH
BRAIN BLASTED AWAY
THOUGHTS FLOODING OVERFLOWING
VOICES INFINITE
PLANETS CROWDED
PHENOMENA APOCRYPHA
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
I will have to write a million words
To soothe the to soothe the
I will have to. Write. A million.
I am dying I am dying
The words are are are are
A million words
Life could be a fucking comedy
And I would still be writing words
Life is something to be dreaded
Don’t I wish I was beheaded
Words words words
Or whatever the fuck Hamlet said
Words words until the until the
I AM A POET BUT I DON’T WAN...
Why does everyone talk so much
And say those things
And speak that way
Worlds away
And worlds that make no sense
Like a shadow in a cave
That you take to the grave
Or some other fond notion
Say, “Alas, Poor Yorick”
Or some other somber something
A petty comfort to those you do not know
And those that don’t speak
And those with lives beyond you
And those who are
More
More
More
More
And everyone ha...
“Hey.”
“Hey, Sun.”
“Night shift go alright?”
“Eh, yeah. ‘Bout as alright as it’s been for the past four and a half billion years.”
“Oh, man, I hear that. The tides doin’ OK?”
“Oh, y’know… it comes and goes.”
“Sure, sure… you look glowing, by the way.”
“Aw, shucks, only ‘cause I’m next to you.”
“Stoooop, you’re such a charmer. Hey, you comin’ in later today? Could use some company.”
“Nah, ...
“I need to tell you something, urgently. It’s about your boss.”
Click.
You hang up and prop your feet on the ottoman. What do you care? And on your day off, no less? You ease your shoulders into the couch cushions and turn on the TV. The new season of your favorite show is out today. You’ve dedicated the entire day to sitting on your ass and binging…
. . .
safety in the workplace.
s a f. ety. ...
It starts like this
It starts like this
It starts like this
It always starts like this.
Why?
Why why why why why why why are you like this?
Telling LIE
It’s a value proposition of filth and decay
You only stop when you become COMPROMISED
It’s just like you, fucking slime
Start small, little bite
Marginally comical and cynically baked
Not the kind of lie you tell your parents
Just a little “I don’...