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a story by lexi the match girl (>) and sam.fade in… pan upwards…
> cue main titles suite 4:08.
>pull back… it is raining…
> camera continues to sweep back to reveal an ashen
> shovel lit by a bolt of
> lightning. another flash and we see the pale face of
> the darkhaired girl
> using the shovel. she continues to dig puffing and
> panting, her glasses
> sliding down her nose. she strikes something. a
> coffin. this is a grave.
> another lightning flash illuminates the grave stone:
> “Danny Elfman: wrote the
> theme for the Simpsons.” A Tim Burton Production…The girl makes a sound of disgust and frustration and
kicks at the epitaph. then drops the shovel and takes
a hammer and chisel, carving away at the quotation on
the grave stone, and creating her own: “Danny Elfman:
If the catcher comes to take his soul, he’s gonna have
to fight him first.”>
> the girl picks up the cold corpse from the coffin
> and puts him into her wheel
> barrel. he’s lighter than she expected. “the worms
> must have already consumed
> his insides,” she thinks “@!#$. that’s my job.”haha. damn worms, they always gotta rush everything. I
guess I’ll just have to find a way to preserve him.
His hair looks alright, just needs to be washed.
That’s a terrible suit though, I’ll have to find one
like the MIIB one he wore. ahhh…..>
> the girl continues to muse to herself. her
> excitement grows as she imagines
> herself first stealing the suit from the MIIB
> premeir, then actually dressing
> him in it. She stumbles. The corpses head falls off.
> “@!#$!” she screams.She chases after the head, grumbling and cussing under
her breath. His eyes are as blank and black as they
looked in the Little Girls video, she noticed. she
placed the head ontop of the badly dressed corpse,
suddenly reminded of Sleepy Hollow. The rain is cold,
and she hopes the pressure of it won’t make any of his
skin come off quicker than it should. She didn’t want
to have to do anymore work than needed.> she covers the corpse with a tarp and drags him,
> though gently, into her
> truck. she gets in and starts the car. as she
> driving, she beams at her most
> obsessed over prize sitting next to her in the
> passenger seat. using her
> teeth, she tears open her new ‘good for your soul’
> CD. she immediately skips
> the tracks to ‘pictures of you.’ she sings along.
> then, a low moan comes from
> the seat next to her..at first she mistook the moan as a part of the song
she overlooked before, though she was unsure how that
was possible since she always listens intently when it
comes to that particular song. But when a groan emmits
from under the tarp she looks over wide eyed as it
begins to move and sit upright. the truck slammed to a
halt on the nearly empty road, a surprised shout
piercing the quiet night. “…when you started to
laugh, mixing in with the wind, sounding just like a
scream…”> in response to the song, the girl begins to laugh,
> but she is so overwhelmed
> with surprise that it would be impossible to
> distinguish it from a scream.
> true, her prize had only been buried for eight hours
> before she had claimed
> him. but, wouldn’t he have suffocated? ‘perhaps his
> years of vocalizing has
> given him the ability to hold his breath for mass
> amounts of time.’ she
> thought. then she raised her voice, “uh.. hello? are
> you alive?” the corpse
> removes the tarp and turns to her with a grin. she
> asks, “how do you feel?”
> he replies, “how do I look?”She grinned and turned back towards the road. The rain
came down like blankets, sounding like fingers
drumming on a desk as it hit the roof, “Like you could
use a drink… and a shower.” She started down the
road again, glancing towards the composer as he
removed something from under the tarp. It was compact
breathing equipment.That explained how he was able to survive inside such
a closed space for so long. But what about the thing
she thought was his head? That question was answered
as well. It actually was a head, but not his. It
looked African, somewhat tribal. He caught the look
she was giving him, and explained.“One of my requests after I was dead was to be buried
with this ancient artifact I collected a few years
ago. It’s suppose to give the spirit strength after it
has left the body. Since I am not dead, I don’t think
it had much of an effect on me, though.”>
> she grins. ‘him and his ju-ju’ she thinks. ‘well,
> unlike caroline thompson, I
> can appreciate an interesting hobby.’ she then
> realizes that this non-corpse
> riding in her car IS her interesting hobby.
>
> “mr. elfman, if you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t
> you dead? there was a
> funeral service and everthing. we were all so sad,
> though sam phipps looked
> happy as a clam.”
>
> “the idea was that I was supposed to be dead. I
> figure I could restart my
> career as a screenwriter in another country. sort of
> have a second life.” ‘or
> third’ the girl thinks to herself. “now if YOU don’t
> mind me asking, miss.
> what were you planning to do with me, seeing as you
> thought I was dead and
> all.”‘@!#$’, she thought. ‘I didn’t think I’d have to
explain myself to him. He does make a point though.’
She cleared her throat, glancing in the rearview
mirror, even though she knew there was no one else on
this road. “Uh, well… I am actually a big fan of
your work, ever since the early 80s. I couldn’t
believe it when you were gone. You couldn’t be gone, I
said. I had to see for myself. And if you actually
were dead, then uh… I’d keep you.”She waited for his reaction. Would he be freaked out,
flattered, or speechless? It was hard to think that a
man who had a stuffed cat named Frisky, and a shrunken
head he named Uncle Billy, would be appalled at her
actions.“I see.” He started, looking away from the window and
eyeing her curiously. “Well, I’m not dead, as you can
plainly see. What do you plan on doing with me now?”
She smiled as they stopped at a seemingly out of place
stop sign, “Like I said… you need a shower, dead boy.”You knwo this reminds me of when i was like 10 or 11 and i had fantasies that were REALY graphic and morbid. Thanks for reminding me of a time when my imagination was blossoming.
aww dobbs, your imagination is still, uh, blossomy enough so that you can easily think up witty things to say in the many pages of this forum. ::in special baby talk voice:: you is still special to me!
lexi: wait.. did he just say I write like an 11 year old? hmm..
Yeah, I have to say that as I got older, my daydreams weren’t so much dark and morbid, as just flippin’ weird…at least now, that is. Not so many years ago, there was a time when I was able to think up “dark and morbid” stuff such as your story (the “dark and morbid” comment was meant as a compliment, by the way…). Although I can still dredge up scenarios like that, I choose to write about other topics. Now, I’m working on a little kids’ series, somewhat along the lines of Brian Jacques’ “Redwall” series (I read that series like MAD when I was in the first and second grade…just got back to those books last year…nope, no Harry Potter for me…not detailed enough…I”ll take Jacques and his little universe of fighting rodents any day…there’s a guy who writes with PRECISION!) Seriously, though, if you want to read some really wacked-out literature, I’d recommend Samuel Taylor Coleridge, best known for “The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner” (good lord, that would make a fantastic Elfman/Burton collaboration!) and “Kubla Khan.” (It’s wonderful 19th-century British epic poetry…simply fantastic, if you’re a fan of unimaginably weird things, such as myself…the fact that he was an opium addict probably helps the weirdness aspect along quite well). You can find Coleridge’s stuff virtually anywhere: libraries, on the net (try http://www.poets.org for one), in your favorite English teacher/prof’s office, etc. Lexi – as one writer to another, keep working on that story of yours. Just remember that a story is NEVER done (sounds like a happy profession, doesn’t it? For me, there is nothing more satisfying than polishing a story or poem…except…well…*cough*…better leave that unsaid…)
-Erika (who is unimaginably happy at the present moment, because she’s eating homemade sushi, just finished reading the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, is watching SpaceGhost: Coast to Coast, as well as having a great time watching her dog run around the room, as if to say “play with me now!”…and to make it even better, tommorow, she gets to “take the whole day off!” Even though she had no social interaction this weekend, because she didn’t pay her “friends” their weekly rate, and the fact that her most favorite of the hermit crabs died this morning, she is very content…and yes, she knows you’re thinking “Wow, that’s all she has to be excited about?” But hey, she “likes [her] stupid life, just the way it is…” and she has to continue getting some work done for the upcoming week, and stop talking in third person…
).“the “dark and morbid” comment was meant as a compliment, by the way”
:E well, duh. I know where I am and who I’m talking to. in fact, I don’t voluntarily associate myself with people who don’t take that as a compliment! thanks much! (oh erika, you’ll like this thought: did you ever notice how the word macabre seems better written down than said aloud? I mean, written down you’ve got this interesting adjective that you have to ‘find out’ how to pronounce, then when you say it it’s so weak! it makes me think of corn on the cob.. you know macabre, the cob. get a job. bastad slob. I hate it!)you went overboard with the boingo allusions, erika, and I loved it! I have been stuck in my room all day void of human contact all day working on this assignment that’s due tuesday. I was supposed to work on it all summer, but instead waited till the last week. (sigh) tommorow has been researved for taking the ‘whole day off’ as you say. but, gollers. (hahahahahaha.. ‘gollers.’) I must eat.
lexi: she thinks third person works just fine and it happens when you finish a big novel.
Wow. That’s wierd. You guys just think this stuff up daily or something? . . . And by the way. I noticed you cut off at “Like I said… you need a shower, dead boy.” Where did you daydream from there that you DIDN’T write down, eh? lol. ; )
“You guys just think this stuff up daily or something? . “
heh heh heh. yeah well… hourly…
see, my friend and I both wrote this story a while back. we took turns continuing after eachother. back then, I was a bit uncompfortable with my feelings on the subject of.. the guy.. so I decided to cut off after she wrote that. she later told me where it was supposed to go and I said “well it wouldn’t have gone that way cuz you left the next part up to me!” she actually did write a story concerning.. him.. similar to what you are all probably concocting, but she said that from there since the truck was stopped she was going to push him out of the car for some reason so he could get rained on or something. the story would have gone nowhere and I like to leave it to the reader’s imagination.
lexi: the incredible journey
Heh…yeah…11 years old and thinking all kinda of weird stuff. Actually when i read it that’s what popped in my head — because i think i recalled a time when i’d be doing that…and if i do it NOW, it only gets spurred on by anger or something…nothing so romantic. But yes, very nice.
Lexi – Good literature leaves the interpretation up to the reader. That’s why I adore Nabokov’s “Lolita:” it’s up to the reader to decide how they want to interpret Humbert Humbert’s actions. (*Sniff* that was the name of my hermit crab that died yesterday – yes, I named my hermit crabs after the characters in “Lolita” – I think he was unhappy because Lolita (the other hermit crab) was ignoring him, so he ran into the side of the aquarium at full speed with the thought “Damn you, Quilty!”
-Erika (who cries like a baby every time she reads “Lolita” or “Pnin,” and names her pets after her favorite characters and authors…a bit odd, maybe, but certainly not what she’d call “freakish”…she saves that for other things *evil grins*)
“Heh…yeah…11 years old and thinking all kinda of weird stuff. ” well, if it would be accepted around HERE for an eleven year old to write such whims about danny elfman, then someone 4 bits older than 11 should be able to say whatever the hell she wants! [or not.] hm? [he’s like 49, lexi] shuttup, brain!
lexi: relates to erika, for she named her teddy bear nny and that could be any name that ends with -nny.
quote: “Good literature leaves the interpretation up to the reader.”
Gotta disagree with you there. Good literature doesn’t SPELL OUT its meaning for you, but if it’s good it doesn’t have to because it should be obvious simply from the characters and plot, and the way in which they are presented. The theme should be contained in that, not at all separate (since characters and plot are the only valid literary means by which to present a theme), but that doesn’t mean that there is not a theme.
Literature that doesn’t have a definite theme, that leaves the interpretation of it up to the reader, will never do any good to anyone, and will certainly not be an enduring work of art (unless you count the Bible ;p ). Somehow I don’t think that Nabokov intended his work to be re-interpreted haphazardly by any and every chance reader. Just because some people interpret the theme of a novel differently, doesn’t mean that the theme is subjective; it simply means that those people are probably misinterpreting it.
Case in point: Dostoevsky. That man was a literary genius, and all his novels had a very definite and obvious theme. (Personally, I don’t always agree with his themes, but I can easily tell the meaning that he meant to communicate, because he is a great writer.) But *Crime & Punishment* was misinterpreted by Nietzsche, who based his theory of the Superman on Raskolnikov’s fictional theories in the novel (and then, of course, a guy called Adolf Hitler was heavily influenced by Nietzschean philosophy). Dostoevsky would have sh!t a brick if he’d lived to see that. He wouldn’t have said, “Oh, well, the interpretation is up to the reader, and I’m just glad that they got SOMETHING out of it…” He would have said, “Dear God, you idiots, the book is CONDEMNING Raskolnikov’s theories, it is meant to show the FLAW in his thinking, NOT to JUSTIFY it!”
Same goes for Tolkein, since I noticed you’re a fan of his. Although he deals with some somewhat complex thematic material, he really leaves little room for “interpretation.”
If a writer (or any kind of artist) wants his work to have an impact, he’d better be d@mn sure he has a point…and that his point is understood. And if he wants to be understood, he’d better be d@mn sure to make himself intelligible.
Those are some helpful hints for any of you aspiring artists out there…free of charge!
Andrew
“Good literature doesn’t SPELL OUT its meaning for you, but if it’s good it doesn’t have to because it should be obvious simply from the characters and plot, and the way in which they are presented. The theme should be contained in that, not at all separate (since characters and plot are the only valid literary means by which to present a theme), but that doesn’t mean that there is not a theme.”
Andrew – well, man, I’m not saying you’re correct, but I’m not saying that I am correct, either. Yes, good literature has a theme, perhaps I misspoke there. My argument of literature “leaving things up to the reader” dealt more with the aspect of character classification, rather than theme itself. The theme of “Lolita,” can be generally classified as love. However, it is up to the reader whether they want to classify Humbert Humbert as a twisted pedophile, or as a man in love, or both. Do they want to classify Lolita as a cunning nymphet, or a schoolgirl with delusions of what “romantic love” should be? You could -and many do – go round and round about that novel without ever coming to a shared conclusion. An example of interpretations of Pnin, in the novel of the same title: is he a comical buffoon, or a man who has more going on inside his head than his appearance suggests? As an added note, the lack of definitive main character interpretations (well, excluding Quilty…he does become a major player in the second half of “Lolita”) is why I simply adore Nabokov. I like novels and characters that screw with my head; something that leaves me thinking, “Dear god! I don’t know how to classify this character! The author didn’t tell me, so I guess it’s left up to my own small brain.” His characters are so deliciously ambivalent (take “Spring in Fialta,” for example) that it’s a total trip to go through and figure them out…without having the author hit you over the end in the final pages of the book with an all-encompassing summation of that character’s inner workings.
I’m not going to go into Tolkien, simply because I’m not a student of his works…I’ve only read “Lord of the Rings,” and nothing else…and yes, it was good, but I was TIRED of having little room for interpretation. (Yeah, I guess Boromir and Gollum/Smeagol give a bit of ambivalence to it, but I want all-out schizophrenia when it comes to character interpretations). I may be completely different than anybody else out there (although I seriously doubt that I am), but I want literature that plays with my mind; in other words, in the end, the CHARACTER INTERPRETATION is left up to me, the reader. Yes, Dostoevsky had very definite (mostly depressing, if you ask me…but that’s not at all bad) themes. Yes, I enjoy his works…but if I have to have character interpretations and thematic interpretations spoon-fed to me, I lose all interest. Quite frankly, though, I am not a student of the other two; I don’t feel like I’m qualified to speak on the other two authors, because it would be a gigantic load of BS. However, I know Nabokov’s work very well, so that’s why I feel I can speak a bit on its merit. You dig?
Hey, thanks for the literary debate, man! Seriously, I simply love this stuff – don’t get enough of it here – so any time you want to argue literature (and depending on if I have a decent amount of knowledge on the subject…I’m not going to debate something where I”m pulling all my conjectures out of my arse *grins*), email me. Have a spanky day, all!
I remember when I was just about in the middle of orwell’s 1984, (recommened reading from ‘good for you soul,’ miss erika,) when winston gets his hands on that book that no one is supposed to read. well, winston starts reading the books and of course, now WE have to read exactly what he’s reading with no thoughts or opinions from winston between paragraphs. it goes on and on in detail and tells us all what is really going on in this world, and soon I find myself closing the book.. never to open it again. (bum bum BUM!) I got a lot out of what I read in that book, but then this section comes up, and I get bored because I’m reading what I already know! it’s like taking geometry twice. no!! so in conclusion of this paragraph, sometimes i like room to imagine things in novels, and I don’t want it all spelled out for me. the sad part is, because of this horriblly long-drawn section, I didn’t finish my book! but on the plus side, from what I read, I can spot allusions to the literature all over the place. yippe!
“This is pretty much the end of the story. The reader probably still has some questions, but unfortunately, from here on in, the answers tend to be long and tedious.. It would be boring to go through all the tedious details of all the changes in their lives. Instead, the reader will be presented with one last scene.. You will have to fill in the holes yourself.”
— an excerpt from Lois Sachar’s introduction to the ending of “Holes.” This story was so thorough that everything fell into place perfectly at the end. every detail made sense. it was like a smarter version of “signs” in fact the titles are kinda similar. though, the book was written for students in junior high, it works on many, many, many.. levals and is one of my favorite books. the author also understood that most of the readers are kids, or at least adults with short attention spans so he satisfied our hunger for answers in about two and a half pages.. if you exclude all the other pages of the book that create more questions while at the same time answering a few as it goes.
lexi: subject to ADHD testing more than John Avila and obsessed with boingo allusions set up as tribute to erika the drooling hermit crab goddess. wait, what?
“…characters and plot are the only valid literary means by which to present a theme…”
What about poetry, you can present a theme through poetry without characters and plot?
Literature, I believe, is like music and art – it “is” only what you bring to it. If you think it is good, then it is to you, no matter what someone else sees as a deficiency in the work. What you bring is different than what someone else does. If you read the line: “I saw a monkey” Someone, might see them self as the “I” or their bother as the “I” since you don’t know what the “I” in that sentence looks like. Likewise the “monkey” might be a gibbon monkey, or if a person doesn’t know the difference between a monkey and an ape then they might see a chimpanzee.
I know it’s another way to look at it, but it is just an example of how each and every person who reads something can bring their own meaning and with them to a work of art.
When a work is universally seen to be “good” over many years then it is labeled a classic. And to me that puts a different spin on what popularity is.Sorry, but I’ve been reading “Godel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid” which contains new ways of thinking, so I might fade into a little esoteric dialogue from time to time. Please bare with me.
I, Nat
But don’t believe me because every one is right; because it is what they believe is true to them. But then again if you believe that aren’t you believing me. So don’t believe yourself. [That’s a “Strange Loop” that I discovered myself]
Lexi – “erika the drooling hermit crab goddess?” Oh joy, just the moniker I’ve always wanted… Seriously, if that’s what trips your unloaded trigger (er…that would actually be “your unloaded gun” but I think you get my point), I don’t mind being the butt of your jokes…it’s kind of funny, really. John Avila…mmmm…now there’s an even finer peice of eye-candy than the Elfman himself…(oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I also have a weakness for Latinos). Energizer bunny hopping around onstage and singing backup for Danny…oh crap, I drooled all over the keyboard…eeewwww! Haha! Really, though, I don’t “drool” over that many guys…I prefer the word “salivate.” *grins* Actually, I left the drooling/salivating phase behind when I turned 17 and went to college…now I just admire from afar and think, “Well, he’s nice looking. But like that will ever happen? Keep dreaming!”
Nat – existentialism? (“Literature, I believe, is like music and art – it “is” only what you bring to it. If you think it is good, then it is to you, no matter what someone else sees as a deficiency in the work. What you bring is different than what someone else does.”) Hip! I love debating theory, but I’m a certified geek (well, I’m awaiting my certificate in the mail…should be here any day now…*twiddling thumbs and whistling very off-key*) Hey, what can I say? I’m a die-hard academic, and I’ve got the (presently uncertified) geeky attire and collection of literary theory books to attest to that. Let’s put it this way: I needed more room for my books, so I no longer have a kitchen table; I eat dinner on my bed…nor do I have wallpaper, or even painted walls: movie posters do the trick quite nicely…chalk another one up to innate weirdness and near poverty, baby!
-Erika (whose own mother refers to her as a “maladjusted, unsocialized person who’s going to spend the rest of her life with animals and books, and is going to die alone and unhappy because she can’t find a man.” So I’m not a nymphomaniac – big deal. I take whatever floats my way, and is deemed desirable, and that’s that. I’m not going to wither up and die because I haven’t had a significant other in a while…that *special* person will come along when, and if, he chooses…just a personal anecdote in an effort to bring a ray of sunshine to my fellow “darkened people” )
yeah…movie posters for wallpaper are the @!#$! I gotta get True Romance, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Ocean’s 11, and whatever other Vegas’ themed bad movie that came out recently. It was either that or get some desert posters..but i thought that would be too ostentatious…and nevermind Burton posters or Boingo posters, because then i’d never see the end of the collection…
WERD. Palabra.Heh…I have the poster for Ed Wood’s “Plan 9 from Outer Space,” “Lord of the Rings” and a “Danny Elfman/Dick Tracy filme score poster” to name but a few…all the rest were ones that were given to me by various people “cleaning out their closets” and such…
Yeah..in these little backwater Hispanic towns, the “mom and pop” stores are a good source for free posters…I’m not really BIG on collecting posters…but i wouldn’t mind a few to decorate the hole i’m in.
watch where you salivate, erika, for avila is only made up of carbohydrates. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
lets see… 1990 batman calendar, spider-man poster, sublime poster, nmbc poster, nmbc 1994 calendar, (I think calendars capture the cheap commercialism of once-contemporary icons..) beavis and butthead poster reading, “I like music that kicks butt,” various anime, various skateboarding (mostly of my favorite skater, the redhaired danny way..) local band posters/flyers, a calendar for 2002, (useless of course) and finally my personal bedside shrine which consists of:
1. a picture of Arto, 2nd fave skater
2. a man in half a cow suit
3. 2 pictures from invader zim
4. a picture of ‘vincent’
5. 3 elf pics
6. 2 jthm pics
7. lyrics to ‘everybody needs,’ ‘private life’ and ‘nothing to fear’
8. a picture of alacard from ‘hellsing’ animethese are the highlight of my room’s walls. for those of you who just read this, you have my deepest sympathies,
lexi: what I really wanna do is directWow…I don’t have a bedside shrine…I used to when I was in high school: I piled up all my favorite books on one table near my bed so that I didn’t have to hunt through my bookcases for them. I didn’t get into Elfman until I was out of high school, so I don’t really do the bedside table thing anymore…the closest thing I have to a shrine is the Elfman-autographed copy of FSM on my wall (from 95…love the hair and “god my life sucks” look on that one) and a “Dick Tracy..original score composed by Danny Elfman” poster…oh yeah, and all of my Boingo LP/EP covers in a poster-cover thing on the wall (especially love the artwork for Boingo Alive and Skeletons in the Closet). Needless to say, I don’t get many visitors, and the ones that do are so used to my weirdness that they’ve just accepted the odd decorations.
well, it isn’t really a “shrine.” just a collection of pictures. the elfin ones are my favorites, but what I used to consider the ‘only acceptable ones.’ “Best o’ Boingo” being my first album, (I passed it on to a friend to spread the disease and because every song is available somewhere else,) i was sooooo sad to see my jack skellinton’s flesh form to be so.. not what I expected. this is probably the deeply rooted source for my distaste for 1986-88. euwww the afro years. why? whyeeee?
I don’t really have ‘photo shrines’ either. I used to, but now I’ve got a ‘spider-man’ news paper clipping next to a picture of my best friend in a flea collar noting that she’s the ‘pet of the week.’ and antoerh random choice is my nmbc calendar next to my drawing from when I was 4 of Michalangelo from ninja turtles. the only positioned picture that seems to make sense is the spider-man poster next to the batman calendar.. or the plastic covered nmbc poster positioned so the sun never glares upon it. heh. sun. glares. i bet that’s where the phrase “glare on screen” came from.
lexi: well, I’m bored, and you?
Man, you guys must have big rooms! I can put up about 2 posters before my wall is covered. . . Although, I have monster masks spotted around my wall and one Salvadore Dhali poster, and I have a bunk bed that takes up half of my room. . . with fake skulls dangling from the cieling (sp? If you all havn’t noticed, I can’t spell worth a damn).
Let’s see, in my bedroom on the walls I have…
The 13th Warrior poster, an Atlantis poster, some trophies and awards, a picture of my band “Green Eggs And Spam” a large poster of a jukebox over my stereo, a Twilight Zone poster/calendar, an Exit sign, a Spiderman mini-poster, a Wynton Marsalis poster, a Diana Krall light box poster in one of my windows so when the sun comes through you can see it, a couple of Star Wars: Episode I posters, a Yo-Yo Ma poster, a Toy Story poster, a Bela Fleck and the Flecktones poster, the cover of my book – Disney Animation: the Illusion of Life, a color pencil piece of original artwork showing a man with a bowl of spaghetti on his head with a cherry in his mouth backed by an English map of London. a poster of Tori Amos, a couple of small pictures of me holding a “real” lightsaber.
Oh yea, on most of my wall space I do have my 2000+ CD collection and 250+ DVD collection.As for my living room, it is mostly Star Wars posters, and memorabilia with a few original paintings.
I love to keep the walls occupied, I think they like me for that.
Nat who finds therepy in talking to his walls
Dude…check this @!#$ out —
I got a NICE HUGE Rack of beef just hangin off the walls dude…meathook and everything! Lasts a good week…Steak for dinner every night!
I actually benefitted from taking everything down. Basically because nobody in town will see any of it without calling me a psycho. I keep things black and white. At least i’ll be able to spot any bugs that are on the walls that way.
Clarification: I don’t have a big bedroom…I live in a freakin’ 14′ x 14′ hole…one room, that is…well, plus the bathroom…so I guess that’s a whole 20′ x 14′ of paradise here on earth…man, my life sucks… I don’t have kewpie dolls in cages, but I do have several Gorey prints on my walls…Hm…so that makes Elfman and Gorey wall decorations in a mostly-scarlet room…no wonder I can’t get anybody new to come over…
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