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Are you afraid of transformation?
If you scream as loud as you can, no one hears you. If you write your maifesto on the walls of society, they ignore it. If you bleed in the street, your blood runs unfettered into the gutter. No one listens to what anyone says anymore. No one believes anyone’s story. They only listen to the buds in their ears, the chaos on their phone, and the outrage in their heart. A million opinions from a thousand strangers. They take these opinions as their own, the group’s turth over the individual’s. If you need to say something and ensure people will tune in to it and really listen, you need to put on a new face. A disguise. A veil. You need to become something new. If you want to be speak the truth you have to become unreal. You have to become the lie. You have to become a Nobody.
Then they can’t run from your screams, you story, or your words.
I’m afraid of transformation.
I admit I’m afraid.
Language Only Celebrates Itself
Black Lotus Express
Where-in a gang of losers, shitheads, wallflowers, misfits and nerds plot to steal the most valuable collectible on planet earth. The Goonies plus Fight Club, with a giant heist-movie thrown in for the boom.
The Nude Dragons
An Edward Hopper Noir set in the surreal world of sex, revenge and cold blooded murder of Spokane, Washington. The end promises to pump cold piss through all the bleeding hearts in this sad world.
John Wayne’s Bloody Head On A Silver Platter – The Last Western
A rural-modern action comedy western, with a literal roller coaster ride to hell and back. John Wayne’s Bloody Head will make you piss your pants laughing, cry in your beer, shoot something between the eyes, and blow a bunch of shit up. But in a good way.
The Oz Wonderland War
A female-centered Lord of the Rings, The War of the Unreal will touch your fading childhood and haunt your modern adult life. A sex-soaked, violent and philosophical take on interconnected fairy tale worlds.
Demon with a Glass Virgine
What if your internal voice, your conscience, was a slutty phone sex operator from the 1990s? And what if she knew more about your secret life, than you? Your secret life of trying to smuggle drugs on a commercial flight, cooking meth in a broken-down Camaro, becoming part of a street gang that hunts people for their clothes, accidentally shooting your girlfriend and then waking up with an albino German Shepherd’s head in your lap? Oh yeah, and you’re burning to death the entire time.
The Wraith
I am afraid of liberation. I admit I’m afraid.
– We Are Nobody –
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The people who truly deface our neighborhoods are the companies who scrawl giant slogans across buildings and buses, they shout their messages from every available surface. From every available angle. From every available view. But you’re not allowed to answer back.
We live in this city. All around there’s signs telling us what to do and what to buy. What to think. Who to be. We are responding to the monologue. We are turning the city back into a conversation.
Starting with the word, “No.”
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