fucked up
the hardest thing
is just sitting down to write it
the ideas are there
but i get ahead of myself
maybe some drugs would help
i'm writing out the dog zebra musical. i'm loving it so far. the plot ideas really had to simmer for a bit and they're just getting tastier and tastier as i let them sit. i'm going to have to write a shitload of new songs but oh well. this is the price we pay for greatness.
i think i know why creative geniuses generaly come off as assholes. heh... this is really good shit.
the story is about oscar, the guy who just can't fit in. the more he feels different the harder it is for him to fit in and the harder it is to fit in, the more he feels different. and it's only when he begins to realise that perhaps nobody fits in that he is able to find a place where he belongs. he belongs in the mystery.
bam! i get off on moments like this. kind of like hitler got off on public speaking. haha!
bob dylan was 24 when he did this album. and you know what? i'm going to be 24 when dog zebra is performed. as far as i am concerned, i am right on track with a known saint.
this is what i want to do.
of course, the entire performance of dog zebra is centered around a dirty joke. it has to. i mean, this is my story right?
so at the end of the story, the commanding officer of the ship is inquisitioning oscar at the captain's mast and he goes into this monologue where he says something to the extent of:
"for the longest time i felt out of place no matter where i went. it wasn't a homesickness because i knew there is nothing i feared more than going home again. but no matter where i went, i just never could belong.
there is something in me that just dissagrees with everything. and i'm trying to fix it but there seems to be nothing i can do. the harder i try to cover it up and be uniform, the harder it gets. the more it breaks through and... it hurts.
i mean, there is something about me that i just can't change and i'm really starting to think that the only thing i can do is embrace it and be proud of it."
and the forecastle (courtroom) falls silent.
the master at arms says "so... you're saying your gay. with who? AN (kenneth's character)?"
"no!" oscar says. "EN3 (sebastian's character) is the gay one"
"so you're gay with..."
"no, i'm with an (lauren's character)!" oscar insists.
and the ma says "OMG all four of you are fucking!!!!"
hence dog zebra... because if you urbandictionary that shit you'll get this: Navy slang for when three men are having sex with a woman simultaneosly
and that's how i dig myself into a hole that i can't dig out of all the whole world comes falling down on oscar. he gets busted for something he didn't do. however, one week later, there is a tallent show and oscar performs some rock and roll songs.
in the end, his old divo (his mentor and hero) says something like "hey my roommates in college was colin meloy. you should get out of the navy and be a rock star like him!"
and thus the happy ending.
i'm still not sure what to do with the oscar and lauren's character's relationship. maybe i'll just ditch it at the end in lieu of rock star status. that would be so punk rock.
i don't know... anything could happen.
and an innapropriate conversation (if you're into that shit):
PlatypusRex256: roland is a fag
PlatypusRex256: he likes to fag all the time
PlatypusRex256: next time you see him you should say "hey roland i heard your a fag and you like to fag all the time!"
PlatypusRex256: because he does
PlatypusRex256: he fags all over the place
PlatypusRex256: he fags on the sofa and on the floor and in the fridge
and 1300 miles: what
and 1300 miles: the
and 1300 miles: fuck
and 1300 miles: You have to be coked out or something right now
PlatypusRex256: thats what i said
PlatypusRex256: but he just kept fagging his little faggy heart all over the fagging place
PlatypusRex256: ...you know some coke would be good right about now
and 1300 miles: Hahaha
PlatypusRex256: you got any?
and 1300 miles: I got work in the morning so I'm peacing out, but have a good night my man
and 1300 miles: can't say I do
PlatypusRex256: we're both shit out of luck
PlatypusRex256: alright broham
*** "and 1300 miles" signed off at Mon Aug 28 22:11:17 2006.
is just sitting down to write it
the ideas are there
but i get ahead of myself
maybe some drugs would help
i'm writing out the dog zebra musical. i'm loving it so far. the plot ideas really had to simmer for a bit and they're just getting tastier and tastier as i let them sit. i'm going to have to write a shitload of new songs but oh well. this is the price we pay for greatness.
i think i know why creative geniuses generaly come off as assholes. heh... this is really good shit.
the story is about oscar, the guy who just can't fit in. the more he feels different the harder it is for him to fit in and the harder it is to fit in, the more he feels different. and it's only when he begins to realise that perhaps nobody fits in that he is able to find a place where he belongs. he belongs in the mystery.
bam! i get off on moments like this. kind of like hitler got off on public speaking. haha!
bob dylan was 24 when he did this album. and you know what? i'm going to be 24 when dog zebra is performed. as far as i am concerned, i am right on track with a known saint.
this is what i want to do.
of course, the entire performance of dog zebra is centered around a dirty joke. it has to. i mean, this is my story right?
so at the end of the story, the commanding officer of the ship is inquisitioning oscar at the captain's mast and he goes into this monologue where he says something to the extent of:
"for the longest time i felt out of place no matter where i went. it wasn't a homesickness because i knew there is nothing i feared more than going home again. but no matter where i went, i just never could belong.
there is something in me that just dissagrees with everything. and i'm trying to fix it but there seems to be nothing i can do. the harder i try to cover it up and be uniform, the harder it gets. the more it breaks through and... it hurts.
i mean, there is something about me that i just can't change and i'm really starting to think that the only thing i can do is embrace it and be proud of it."
and the forecastle (courtroom) falls silent.
the master at arms says "so... you're saying your gay. with who? AN (kenneth's character)?"
"no!" oscar says. "EN3 (sebastian's character) is the gay one"
"so you're gay with..."
"no, i'm with an (lauren's character)!" oscar insists.
and the ma says "OMG all four of you are fucking!!!!"
hence dog zebra... because if you urbandictionary that shit you'll get this: Navy slang for when three men are having sex with a woman simultaneosly
and that's how i dig myself into a hole that i can't dig out of all the whole world comes falling down on oscar. he gets busted for something he didn't do. however, one week later, there is a tallent show and oscar performs some rock and roll songs.
in the end, his old divo (his mentor and hero) says something like "hey my roommates in college was colin meloy. you should get out of the navy and be a rock star like him!"
and thus the happy ending.
i'm still not sure what to do with the oscar and lauren's character's relationship. maybe i'll just ditch it at the end in lieu of rock star status. that would be so punk rock.
i don't know... anything could happen.
and an innapropriate conversation (if you're into that shit):
PlatypusRex256: roland is a fag
PlatypusRex256: he likes to fag all the time
PlatypusRex256: next time you see him you should say "hey roland i heard your a fag and you like to fag all the time!"
PlatypusRex256: because he does
PlatypusRex256: he fags all over the place
PlatypusRex256: he fags on the sofa and on the floor and in the fridge
and 1300 miles: what
and 1300 miles: the
and 1300 miles: fuck
and 1300 miles: You have to be coked out or something right now
PlatypusRex256: thats what i said
PlatypusRex256: but he just kept fagging his little faggy heart all over the fagging place
PlatypusRex256: ...you know some coke would be good right about now
and 1300 miles: Hahaha
PlatypusRex256: you got any?
and 1300 miles: I got work in the morning so I'm peacing out, but have a good night my man
and 1300 miles: can't say I do
PlatypusRex256: we're both shit out of luck
PlatypusRex256: alright broham
*** "and 1300 miles" signed off at Mon Aug 28 22:11:17 2006.