The Freezin Scene

Take forty-seven:
Skunk lying in the middle of the road
Johnny mixing the medicine
Woman descending in her old red dress
ACTION
Bags of dope dangle from the arm piercings
Tattoos fed on blood thirsty ink
Mothers crying in the streets twisting like folds of a frock
In the wind the trees twist and turn and cascading leaves
Leaving seasons turning and turning and turning and turning
The calm look of satisfaction streams across their faces
Cut!  From the top!

Take forty-eight:
Deer look over the fence of a slaughterhouse
The hurricane escapes
Ships arrive in the harbor
ACTION
Starvation is one of the most familiar concepts
Children from decrepit nations and fat wealthy woman tired of their own sloth
To feed a pig and to feed from a pig
The animals in the forest don't care about the corpses they consume
Since bacteria has the last laugh before life emerges
Full of maggots and penicillin
Eventually the cures to all mankind can be found in the hope of today's child...
Cut cut cut, that's not right.  Try it again.

Take forty-nine:
Sewage bloats a body floating in the river
God is on the right side
The woman's child is allowed in the house
ACTION
The lights of the stadium show the lions and the Christians
Praying to a higher power has never been the same for everyone
Dungeons of greed torture the dreams of the future
Even outside amidst the burning trees and swelling tides
The doomsday device, the blindness of primates to conceive their limitations and achieve their expectations
Where the explosive nuclear power plants charge the imaginations to far off lands
That books conjure what science has disproven time and again
Yet text book functions as the check for the spirit
While the Bible promises anything one hopes to inure
Caught in the cross fire are the muddled minds and creative bellies of the less fortunate
How long will the guns keep them busy?  How long can they really want to hate their neighbors?
When the sun shines and burns away the dismal distortions of kindness, the antiseptic light of our own awareness becomes a beacon of...
Cut cut cut, I hope that's not right.  Take it from the top God damn it!

Take fifty:
I cooked the fish floating next to the boat
The artist has everything he needs
Put that woman in the red dress back in the attic
ACTION
Fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire
Yeah, I went to the movies last night.
How was the show Ms. Linco...
Cut cut cut.  Who wrote that cliche crap?  Again!

Take fifty-one:
Slaves still clean our shrimp
Working with Maggie, pa and her brother
Have them hold up today's paper
ACTION
We're here talking to all the servants about man and god and law
All the good stuff the men talk about when their thinking about
Screwing the other guys wife.  Or screwing the other guy's daughter.  Or just screwing the other guy.
Ain't never heard of no God actually making a law.
I heard of a lot of men making laws that God said he made.
Hearsay, is what that's called in the court of Man
But in the word of our Lord for anyone zealously representing the great Father
Hearsay is but a dream, or a man from a mount, or that man upon a cross
The world of the Lord is bandied about in the thunder and lightning of curiosities.
The images of those miracles where the water walkers and fire finders moved amongst us
Seamlessly the stories built like a bonfire built not just on faggots
But on the words of others.  A contemptuous plagiarism in the form of book burnings.
That man can only stand to hear himself roar from atop the mountain.
When the echo comes back the stench of the breath of each and every respondent
Singes the eyes and burns faith to the ground.
For a faithful man has no fear
When the foul mouthed echo of his prison conjures the hate of those that are different.
No, the faithful man knows the different are just like him.
A belief that rages into the mind of righteousness and love will have no fear of those whose drummer's rim shots bounce recalcitrantly off insecure foreheads.
Cut. Again.

Take fifty-two:
Armed warriors next to ignored opium fields
I'm on the pavement.
Lobotomize the woman in the red dress please.
ACTION
I've been thinking about you so much
When are you coming home?
Soon
When?
Harry, can you come today?
Yeah... I'll come today.  You just wait for me, alright?
Harry?...
I'm coming back, Marion.
Yeah.
I'm really sorry, Marion...
I know.
Cut. That's a wrap.  Nice shoot everybody.  Have a great weekend!