Ass fisters & Noam Cholmsky
Fear not my fine cuntlies, for I have come back with yet another anal dripping update for my fawking movie. Essentially it goes like this: I was doing dick all. Then I got productive. It's like the magic of learning, except for the fact that there is a lot more deficating going on. At least on paper more often than in real life, but let me tell you, crack open a window before you go in there.
But enough with all the fucking vulgarity and rudness it's time to get down to the meat and potatoes of this little entry I'd like to think of as the Livejournal equivilant of sticking one's finger up someones arsehole (okay so I'm not quite done with the vulgarity), I've started story boarding the film.
The script re-writes? Well I said fuck 'em, I'm winging the whole thing because I was just too un-fucking-happy with the script. It originally sucked, and continued to suck all the way through to the end. In fact, it could probably suck a watermellon through a water hose faster than that slutty piece of trim that lives right next door that you watch through you're slightly parted curtians touching yourself in a way that makes God kill kittens (Or was that retarded children?... Doesn't matter, you're evil and filthy either way.)
The story started to become a torrid & very personal fucking mess. I didn't like it. While a lot of elements of the tale will be salvaged, I'd rather skip right on ahead to the story board phase because it's more fun, and I certianlly am not going to end up with your nut sack on my face while I'm sleeping at night for taking this production wherever the hell I want to go (Because let's not be coy, I like to pay for my grill-setting, not get it for free and unbeknownst to me.)
I've also been giving a lot of thought to how the hell am I going to take the mental dihereah that I've expelled from my mental anus onto the written page into a movie. A movie movie, that is not really all that bad. This is a secret. I will not tell, not even if I was offered the key to the kingdom of trim.
Why? Because if I ever sold it on DVD, I'd need extra material to whore out to you assholes to make you feel like you didn't waste your money buying it (which might I add you'll only fee that way once you've sobered up, in which case, don't. That way you won't feel bad and you wont be able to taste the semen that was deposited in your esophogus the night before either.)
So that's that, in so much colourful language. Good night, and gawd bless!
But enough with all the fucking vulgarity and rudness it's time to get down to the meat and potatoes of this little entry I'd like to think of as the Livejournal equivilant of sticking one's finger up someones arsehole (okay so I'm not quite done with the vulgarity), I've started story boarding the film.
The script re-writes? Well I said fuck 'em, I'm winging the whole thing because I was just too un-fucking-happy with the script. It originally sucked, and continued to suck all the way through to the end. In fact, it could probably suck a watermellon through a water hose faster than that slutty piece of trim that lives right next door that you watch through you're slightly parted curtians touching yourself in a way that makes God kill kittens (Or was that retarded children?... Doesn't matter, you're evil and filthy either way.)
The story started to become a torrid & very personal fucking mess. I didn't like it. While a lot of elements of the tale will be salvaged, I'd rather skip right on ahead to the story board phase because it's more fun, and I certianlly am not going to end up with your nut sack on my face while I'm sleeping at night for taking this production wherever the hell I want to go (Because let's not be coy, I like to pay for my grill-setting, not get it for free and unbeknownst to me.)
I've also been giving a lot of thought to how the hell am I going to take the mental dihereah that I've expelled from my mental anus onto the written page into a movie. A movie movie, that is not really all that bad. This is a secret. I will not tell, not even if I was offered the key to the kingdom of trim.
Why? Because if I ever sold it on DVD, I'd need extra material to whore out to you assholes to make you feel like you didn't waste your money buying it (which might I add you'll only fee that way once you've sobered up, in which case, don't. That way you won't feel bad and you wont be able to taste the semen that was deposited in your esophogus the night before either.)
So that's that, in so much colourful language. Good night, and gawd bless!