Dreaming Without a License
"There's talking and there's love. Mix the two and you get fatig."
-???? (2004)
MIDNIGHT outside Half-Price Book Store:
*Larry Davis sits on the hood of his car playing with a golden zippo. A black BMW drives up. Larry smiles and walks over to the angry colored car.
LARRY: You're late. What's with all the tinted windows? It's not like we don't know who you are. Damn! Someone put a shit load of books infront of Half-Price. Haha!
The driver window in the BMW starts to roll down, but Larry can't see anything, it's pitch black. A grainy voice can be heard beneath the darkness.
GRAINY-VOICE: When do you want me to cut the memory-gland?
LARRY: Whoa! You don't waste anytime do you? He-he. Well Eeevan should be going to sleep pretty soon, so I think we should have enough time to break into his ROMANCE section and fuck him up! haha!
GRAINY-VOICE: I can't promise this will work, I've never gone that far before. I'm gonna need his FEAR of LOVE to break in.
LARRY: Oh trust me, we'll get that far. I'll get his fears.
GRAINY-VOICE: What about her? She will see us coming and erase us!
LARRY: Don't worry about that wanna be angel! She's taken care of. Ah my boy Eeevan's asleep. Look he's writing about his problems with that Ballet Dancer....awww...poor baby...What a fucking pussy! I would of knocked that cutchie down the first night.
GRAINY-VOICE: What do you get out of his misery?
Larry gets an angry but strained smile on his face and looks inside the window.
LARRY: His misery, is my existence. Well, what kind of fucking answer did you want! That's the corniest sci-fi bullshit I could think of! I don't know. I just can't stand to see that fool ruin his and MY life anymore. Enough is enough! Now I'll meet you outside Evan's FEARS in 30 mins.
The BMW's window rolls up and the car disapears into the darkness. Larry looks at the projector and sees Evan writing in his LiveJournal.
LARRY: That's right, just enjoy these last few hours. What a cry baby...
Larry disapears, while Evan types out his heart...
Should love be so easy, to the point where someone is crawling inside your skin and using your memories to attack your heart strings? Isn't that manipulation? No wait it's fait right? Her love doesn't seem real...Maybe I'm just being parinoid, I mean I do get lonely sometimes and I have been hurting over two women lately, but it doesn't feel real. I can't base a relationship out of loneliness, i mean everyone is lonely; puppies are lonley! I'm a lost puppy....
LOST PUPPY:
The morning murders the night as the birds dance for food. Her voice rings in my ear as I drive to the McDonald's of Colleges, and I have this spark of energy that scares my friends. I've been so depressed, neurotic and creepy that the meer site of a smile seems foreign. Love is truly the best kind of drug on earth. Once you have it, or even believe you have it nothing can crush you. God I'm pathetic, I've been so starved for affection that I've taken the first person who's shown intrest. My heart isn't a pillow people can use to sleep or even a tissue to blow their pain into. Irony of love: You cant have what you want, but you get smothered with what you can't understand...wait that can be worded better....try again: Irony of love: You can't have every...no um....dammit
*This isn't a movie Evan! You can't do retakes in real life!
I was waiting for you. I thought this calm emotion was too good to be true.
*You have no clue who I am! Hint: "Hey gay boy! Stop acting like Jim Carrey!"
No way! How did you get in here!
*Shit, don't ask me, you're the one writing.
("BrittanyMurphy" steps out from the shadows and smiles sarcastically at Evan)
"BrittanyMurhpy": So why are you thinking of me so much? It's starting to creep me out, and I rarely get creeped out. Are you obsessed with me! Ewww! Stalker!!!
Wait are we doing script form again? shit...this is getting old
I just wanted to write poetry today! ahh! Larry put you up to this!
"BrittanyMurphy": I don't even know Larry. Look Evan, if you're not gonna be honest with me, at least tell yourself the truth. Why do you take everything I do so personally? We're just friends, and you're gay.
This doesn't make any sense. Nothing does. Why am I thinking about you, writing about the Ballet Dancer and in love with "Amore"
"BrittanyMurphy": I don't know! Don't involve me with the Ballet Dancer. That's your problem and I think you're over reacting anyway. And quit bitchin' about your ex! This is boring, I thought your mind would be crazy, or at least have alot more secrets. I'm going to Jack in the Box! Bye Gay-Boy!
("BrittanyMurphy" disapears)
That was weird, but not weird enough. Something's missing. It's like my soul is dying...
MURDERING THE SOUL:
Delicious nights awaken my thirst
Always running towards the door
My empty heart will never burst
Your knife can't stab me anymore
Metaphors blind your eyes, but open my soul
Soft lips can't protect you from lies
Only your first kiss can escape my control
Losing you is death in disguise
Stealing my thoughts caused this infection
(this is where the LiveJournal would end)
EVAN'S FEARS:
This is where death is born. Where insecurity spreads and dreams are burned. Illogical nightmares that scream out every ghost. Every 5 minutes there's an earthquake of regret and no where to hide from the crumbling of self-love. The fuel for all this is the slimey, corroding power of GUILT. Outside the fear-lobe, Larry watches the electric memories fly by. Larry opens up a black bag, with a green light that glows from it.
He pulls out a clear gel like mask. He wraps it around his face and he starts to melt into jello. Then the jello rises into a body form and Larry isn't visable anymore, he's taken the shape of an angel. This angel is beautiful, she has green eyes, light brown hair and dreamy skin.
DREAM-ANGEL/LARRY: Hell ya! I have tits! Ahahahah! My night is planned. First, lets masterbate with Eeevan's fears!
Reality is a prison, only when we accept it will we be free...
-???? (2004)
MIDNIGHT outside Half-Price Book Store:
*Larry Davis sits on the hood of his car playing with a golden zippo. A black BMW drives up. Larry smiles and walks over to the angry colored car.
LARRY: You're late. What's with all the tinted windows? It's not like we don't know who you are. Damn! Someone put a shit load of books infront of Half-Price. Haha!
The driver window in the BMW starts to roll down, but Larry can't see anything, it's pitch black. A grainy voice can be heard beneath the darkness.
GRAINY-VOICE: When do you want me to cut the memory-gland?
LARRY: Whoa! You don't waste anytime do you? He-he. Well Eeevan should be going to sleep pretty soon, so I think we should have enough time to break into his ROMANCE section and fuck him up! haha!
GRAINY-VOICE: I can't promise this will work, I've never gone that far before. I'm gonna need his FEAR of LOVE to break in.
LARRY: Oh trust me, we'll get that far. I'll get his fears.
GRAINY-VOICE: What about her? She will see us coming and erase us!
LARRY: Don't worry about that wanna be angel! She's taken care of. Ah my boy Eeevan's asleep. Look he's writing about his problems with that Ballet Dancer....awww...poor baby...What a fucking pussy! I would of knocked that cutchie down the first night.
GRAINY-VOICE: What do you get out of his misery?
Larry gets an angry but strained smile on his face and looks inside the window.
LARRY: His misery, is my existence. Well, what kind of fucking answer did you want! That's the corniest sci-fi bullshit I could think of! I don't know. I just can't stand to see that fool ruin his and MY life anymore. Enough is enough! Now I'll meet you outside Evan's FEARS in 30 mins.
The BMW's window rolls up and the car disapears into the darkness. Larry looks at the projector and sees Evan writing in his LiveJournal.
LARRY: That's right, just enjoy these last few hours. What a cry baby...
Larry disapears, while Evan types out his heart...
Should love be so easy, to the point where someone is crawling inside your skin and using your memories to attack your heart strings? Isn't that manipulation? No wait it's fait right? Her love doesn't seem real...Maybe I'm just being parinoid, I mean I do get lonely sometimes and I have been hurting over two women lately, but it doesn't feel real. I can't base a relationship out of loneliness, i mean everyone is lonely; puppies are lonley! I'm a lost puppy....
LOST PUPPY:
The morning murders the night as the birds dance for food. Her voice rings in my ear as I drive to the McDonald's of Colleges, and I have this spark of energy that scares my friends. I've been so depressed, neurotic and creepy that the meer site of a smile seems foreign. Love is truly the best kind of drug on earth. Once you have it, or even believe you have it nothing can crush you. God I'm pathetic, I've been so starved for affection that I've taken the first person who's shown intrest. My heart isn't a pillow people can use to sleep or even a tissue to blow their pain into. Irony of love: You cant have what you want, but you get smothered with what you can't understand...wait that can be worded better....try again: Irony of love: You can't have every...no um....dammit
*This isn't a movie Evan! You can't do retakes in real life!
I was waiting for you. I thought this calm emotion was too good to be true.
*You have no clue who I am! Hint: "Hey gay boy! Stop acting like Jim Carrey!"
No way! How did you get in here!
*Shit, don't ask me, you're the one writing.
("BrittanyMurphy" steps out from the shadows and smiles sarcastically at Evan)
"BrittanyMurhpy": So why are you thinking of me so much? It's starting to creep me out, and I rarely get creeped out. Are you obsessed with me! Ewww! Stalker!!!
Wait are we doing script form again? shit...this is getting old
I just wanted to write poetry today! ahh! Larry put you up to this!
"BrittanyMurphy": I don't even know Larry. Look Evan, if you're not gonna be honest with me, at least tell yourself the truth. Why do you take everything I do so personally? We're just friends, and you're gay.
This doesn't make any sense. Nothing does. Why am I thinking about you, writing about the Ballet Dancer and in love with "Amore"
"BrittanyMurphy": I don't know! Don't involve me with the Ballet Dancer. That's your problem and I think you're over reacting anyway. And quit bitchin' about your ex! This is boring, I thought your mind would be crazy, or at least have alot more secrets. I'm going to Jack in the Box! Bye Gay-Boy!
("BrittanyMurphy" disapears)
That was weird, but not weird enough. Something's missing. It's like my soul is dying...
MURDERING THE SOUL:
Delicious nights awaken my thirst
Always running towards the door
My empty heart will never burst
Your knife can't stab me anymore
Metaphors blind your eyes, but open my soul
Soft lips can't protect you from lies
Only your first kiss can escape my control
Losing you is death in disguise
Stealing my thoughts caused this infection
(this is where the LiveJournal would end)
EVAN'S FEARS:
This is where death is born. Where insecurity spreads and dreams are burned. Illogical nightmares that scream out every ghost. Every 5 minutes there's an earthquake of regret and no where to hide from the crumbling of self-love. The fuel for all this is the slimey, corroding power of GUILT. Outside the fear-lobe, Larry watches the electric memories fly by. Larry opens up a black bag, with a green light that glows from it.
He pulls out a clear gel like mask. He wraps it around his face and he starts to melt into jello. Then the jello rises into a body form and Larry isn't visable anymore, he's taken the shape of an angel. This angel is beautiful, she has green eyes, light brown hair and dreamy skin.
DREAM-ANGEL/LARRY: Hell ya! I have tits! Ahahahah! My night is planned. First, lets masterbate with Eeevan's fears!
Reality is a prison, only when we accept it will we be free...