Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08:
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Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08:
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
Posted by: . on 03-28-08:
right, well i guess expecting that drastic of a process acceleration isn't rational is it. *shrug* well if it makes any difference,I myself as Steve,am NOT a wound up nature show host or school shooter or some random person who cant manage to get off their ass without external encouragement or anyone else I killed who's name was Steve.THAT Steve is DEAD in the final context of the word and no one in their RIGHT MIND cares, to continue identifying with him as a living being.This is ludicrous.
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TASM Lab - Development Lab
The Till Action Science Media Laboratory presents:
Christopher's Earthquake
I started this cheery number about four years ago. Every so often I think about it. A couple
of melody fragments also exist.
This rock opera is about a man who is buried alive in an earthquake for two days with a female
co-worker. Underground they can only feel each other's hand and hear
each other's voice. After they are unearthed, the man (Christopher) falls into a coma.
The woman (Grace) becomes an agoraphobic due to her earthquake experience. This
renders her incapable of holding a job. She traps herself in a marriage with an abusive drunk (Henry) who convinces her that
he's the only man who will ever love her in her paranoid, useless condition. Grace imprisons herself with
her son, Thomas, in their home under the custody of the sauced Henry.
In the next part, Christopher awakes from his coma eight years later with the only thought
on his mind being Grace, who was his only thought for the eight years he was asleep. He loves
her and he can't stand to let one more wasted moment go by.
Christopher runs to Grace at her and Henry's home and professes his obsessive to her.
Overwhelmed by
his affection and her long, lost hold on reality, they consumate his desire in
perhaps the only loving moment Grace has felt. Henry, Grace's abusive husband,
comes home to find them in bed and promptly kills them both. Disgusted and confused by his
actions, he shoots Thomas in the head before ending his own life. Curtain.
After "Thing & Nothing", I was sure that "Christopher's Earthquake" would be the
next one. I'm glad I was derailed, as this one may have been too similar to
"Thing & Nothing" (and then what would I have learned?). Looking over this
now, I realize that "Beautiful like me" was originally slotted here.
Keyed below are some script fragments from "Christopher's Earthquake". They would
have drastically changed after the music was constructed. When I read these, I can
remember the music I had envisioned. Hopefully that will still be true if I ever
decide to finish this.
Christopher's Earthquake
Characters:
Christopher: A 28 year old financial research associate/
franchise restaurant/Bear Creek office guy who is caught in
an earthquake and then spent 8 years in a coma
Grace: a female co-worker
Henry: Grace's drunk, unemployed husband
Thomas: Their child
The Chorus
The News
Doctors
Humans caught in the earthquake
1. The Earthquake (Skies fall down)
Christopher, Grace, the Chorus, The News, The Emergency Crew
An earthquake strikes and a small office building is collapsed,
leaving many dead and many trapped under rubble. Christopher and Grace
were at work in marketing department for stubby's sub shop or some such
profane task. Maybe its a bomb.
Christopher Down the ceiling comes, the ground dies in a sound, and kills the humans.
Co-workers scream for shelter. How could an earthquake come when there is so much work to be done?
Human 1: my children can't hear me
Human 2: Jesus, help me
Christopher The floor caves in, the walls crumble to dust.
Human 1: My computer hasn't been backed up in four weeks.
Human 2: The white board hasn't been copied
Chorus This isn't the time to worry about work, son. Your life is at stake, your breath is almost done.
Christopher The tectonic plates roll without concern or fear. The volcanoes blow and choke, fractured streets, the building shrieks, dust to dust, death to death, care nor pains. Deconstruct without human care. Land, love lost in seconds a bomb goes off and my heart wraps concave
The News Just in, A small earthquake hit the southern coastal area minutes ago. Although typical for this area, an office building and a bridge were near decimated in its awakening...
Christopher Down the cieling falls and kills the people. The ceiling crashes down and lands on me...
Chorus The ceiling falls and crushes Christopher, he's buried beneath the wreck
Human 1: My kids haven't even started camp yet!
Human 2: Hide! Hide or you will never live!
Christopher That time ago, five minutes ago, before I was covered with six tons of wreck. I was telling my admin to edit the deck, some bullshit deck which I think was shit, what a dick to edit a deck that was so much shit and now she's dead. Under the wreck. Under the shit. Dead Shit. Why didn't I give her more time off? She might not be dead. I'm not dead. I wish I was dead. My god, does this hurt. I think that's her hand. I hope she makes itÉ
Chorus Christopher, you are trapped, like you've never been trapped before. The building is upon you, the building is on you and Grace, but Grace lives too.
The news Although officials have no official statement, over 50 people have evacuated the collapsed building, an estimated 15 are assumed to be presently still trapped, most can be assumed dead...
Chorus the sky is falling, the world is falling in on you...
Christopher Is this my tomb? Cinder blocks and cubicle walls surrounding myself, pressing my flesh, sucking my air. I'm sucking my air. My arm is numb. Do I still have an arm? Why is it so dark? Why am I so still?
Chorus You are trapped, Christopher. You trapped under the stone. Trapped under burden, poundage of one thousand dead. The dead are safe, scream horror, survivor you.
Christopher This has become a framework for my demise. We were going to be rich. Is this what an earthquake does? Is this what an earthquake cost? My god, I'm bleeding. I've never bled so. I can't see, its so dark. No. No. Can't anyone hear me scream? Am I screaming? Am I screaming?
Chorus Christopher, there are only two still alive. You are the survivor, and your Grace<, your admin Grace.
Christopher Can you hear me? I'm trapped! Can anyone hear me? I can't move! Help! Help me!
Chorus The fire fighters, the agency crew, search for bodies living, for bodies at all...
the news Emergency crews have been searching through the damage of today's destroyed building, and after five hours have found only 10 bodies of the now assumed 15 people to be in Mungquack tower during this mornings tragedy. Medical staff are still present hopeful that at least someone has survived
Christopher Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear my voice? Can anyone understand what I am saying? Is there no one here to read my mind? Are my whispers being eaten in the dark, are the stones, and cublicled halls, and bathroom walls, the paper clips and xerox bins, and smith Coronas and pots of Kona, Intel machines piled atop me, Management sandwiched in between, absorbing my scream. Murder by this nature, swallowed by fracture, Help me, please. I'm trapped under here godamn it!. Help!
Chorus Trapped under the wreck, Seven hours trapped under the weight. Losing blood, losing sight.
Grace Christopher, I'm here. I'm trapped here. Can you help me? Christopher, Can you help me?
Christopher I'm trapped too, Grace. I'm bleeding to death. I'm going to die soon. Are you OK?
Grace I'm fine. My leg is broken.
Christopher What has happened? Why am I in so much pain?
Grace: I don't know. The walls collapsed. An earthquake perhaps.
Christopher Did you get the edits done on the report?
Grace No. I didn't get a chance.
Christopher That's OK. They weren't critical.
Chorus: Grace and Christopher are trapped under the wreck. They are going to live, but they will be forever changed.
Human I: It was only hours ago we were working like we always doÉ
2. Christopher was working with Grace
A brief flashback to the few minutes right before the quake or bomb hit. He is dictating menu items. They are unrealized lovers. (didn't mean to touch your hand)
3. The Walls Fall down
Mayhem ensues again. The walls fall down pinning Christopher and trapping Grace in a small dark space.
4. Slowly Bleeding
Christopher and Grace are trapped for ten hours under rubble. The only voices they can hear are each others. Grace promises Christopher that she will take care of him. Christopher is slowly bleeding to death
5. The Rescue Crew Comes
Christopher breaths his seeming last breath as the rescue crew finally unearths the two. They are pulled separately, Grace seeing a "dead" Chris wisked away
6. Christopher Falls Into Coma
7. Beautiful like me, (If you could touch the sky)
Grace watches Chris in the coma and sings to him in memory of his consciousness?
Seven Years Later
Seven years pass. Grace, now afraid to leave the house since the accident, is married to a drunk Policeman or 7-11 robber named Henry and has a 6 year old named Thomas
8. The Fridge is Cleaned (I Quit)
Grace is cleaning out the fridge (reminice of Sub shop talk) She is sick of home, her husband, her fears and her life
Grace: Why did I have Henry buy this coleslaw? When all it would do is rot? When did they spill the orange juice, and leave it here to dry? This refrigerator, is the mitigator of so much toil and grief, I hate to see it so unclean, I hate to have to clean. But I do it anyway.
Why did I have Henry buy this meat, when it was meat we'd never eat? Why does Brian put the container back, when it's just an empty sack?
I can't stand this house much longer, I can't live this life much longer, I can't clean this fridge foreverÉ
Why does Henry have to keep so much beer? Why does he buy this when the money is so tight? Why does Henry keep so drunk? When times are tough, he's not enough to make me believe I should stay alive, after all the time, I've survived
I can't stand this house much longer, I can't live this life much longer, I can't clean this fridge foreverÉ
I quit, I quit. I stopped giving a shit. About him. About this. About me.
I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick of living this. There's only one place for me (underground) But I'm scared, I'm scared of taking my life, killing myself. If only that bomb had taken me.
Henry would kill me if he saw me cry. My son would miss me if I were to die. But I wouldn't die, because Henry lies, when he says I'm worth nothing to him. Henry lies, when he swears, I deserve the abuse I get. But I guess that's the lot I get, when I don't ever leave.
I can't stand this house much longer, I can't live this life much longer, I can't clean this fridge foreverÉ
I quit, I quit. I stopped giving a shit. About him. About this. About me. I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick of living this. There's only one place for me (underground) But I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm cared of taking my life, ending it all. If only that bomb had taken me.
Look at this coleslaw. It smells like a shoe. I guess it gets out of the cold, because it's old, and tired of being fresh.
9. Dad Comes Home Drunk (if you don't stop complaining...)
Henry comes home knocked to get the money out of the cookie jar and Grace> bitches him out. Henry, sick of her complaining, tells her to shut up and they argue. Grace insist they are running out of money. He gets his gun because he's going to work, proving that he can make more.
Are you tired of being fresh, sweets. Are you sick of all this shit like me? But why do you complain, when I'm the one who pays. Taking care of Brian and you is my biggest pain.
Grace: Henry, you're drunk again, aren't you?
10. John, Please Put the Gun Down
Grace accusses John of being fired two weeks ago, which he was. John gets really pissed and starts waving his gun around and being generally scary. Grace is sobbing...
11. Daddy, Why is mom crying?
Little Brian comes in. John puts the gun in his pocket, but isn't finished.
12. If I Didn't Love You (Would I Put Up with This?)
John becomes righteous about his love for Grace. What kind of man would put up with and support a woman who was afraid to leave the house for fear of bombs? He slams the damn door and empties the cookie jar when he leaves (presumably to go back to the bar)
13. If I was a Big Red Truck
Grace is left to sob about her sorry-as-shit life. Little Brian sings a freaky song about being a Big Red Truck so he could safely take his mother away.
14. Christopher Lives (Can you hear me, Angel?)
15. Hello Grace, It's Been A While
16. I'm So, So Tired
17. I've Loved You for Years, My Goddess
18. ...But My Husband...
19. There Exist Only Us
20. Dad Comes Home
21. Dad Shoots Christopher
22. Dad Shoots Mom
23. Sirens Arive (The last two shots)
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Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08
You're Welcome
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Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
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Posted by: . on 03-28-08
right, well i guess expecting that drastic of a process acceleration isn't rational is it. *shrug* well if it makes any difference,I myself as Steve,am NOT a wound up nature show host or school shooter or some random person who cant manage to get off their ass without external encouragement or anyone else I killed who's name was Steve.THAT Steve is DEAD in the final context of the word and no one in their RIGHT MIND cares, to continue identifying with him as a living being.This is ludicrous.
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Posted by: seventh cloners cloners clone's clone of a seventh cloners cloners clone's clone's clone on 03-19-08
everything is enchanted. enchantment is the more melodic synonym of entropic gravity touching closer to its etheric nature as you see it takes the cemetary out of the song in essence linguistically. take, for example, my radio. it's an inexpensive cd player and am/fm model with no tape player and no clock- i had the option to let my mom get me a pricier model because it was a birthday gift but the other model was unaesthetic. the brand name printed on it demanded attention. this little guy doesn't ask me to look at it. after my mom bought it for me i gave it back then bought it off her, which sounds like nonsense maybe but thats what i had to do for it to be mine. now its in my aparment sitting on the microwave, plugged into the wall (the radio is, not the microwave), but i never use it, nor do i intend to. i never turn it on. i don't own any cds and i'm not interested in the radio stations. it's just important, for some reason, that that thing is there. it's existence and presence in my apartment in and of itself is the manifested expression of the radio station i'm listening to, the radio, at least that part of it that is there merely to act as a mental reference point to the radio, to itself, to the essence of the here and now that is the true raw nature of time as it would otherwise be forgotten in the false context of memory. there is no music that is richer than this. there is no signal stronger than silence as all sound is contained within it. everything is enchanted by silence. the strength of an existences enchantment is measured by the strength of its silence. this is true for all of existence including within the context of music as expressed in the wake of silence.
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Posted by: i agree on 03-17-08
revel is a coward on an ego trip. no argument there at all. i am you as you are he and you are me and we are all NOT -that- guy revel.
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Posted by: . on 03-17-08
there's obviously a direct connection between time travel and the dimensions. when a person time travels the first thing that happens is that they effectively erase their original timeline, so there has to be somewhere for te traveller to be wen their originating timeline is gone, and that is the dimensions/dimensional existance, which is the same as the place refered to as the other side, which is accessable by degree of indisposal to physicality, of course. it i by order of the cessation of interest in the expression of the local timeline that the traveller is imparted visibility within this field, and this process may be expressed in varying degrees of speed. the traveller for example may wish to sift bulk from their observed expression or to purge it, perhaps in haste, which would lengthen the process, as more bulk would then be created while attempting to escape entropic gravity which no one can do on the other side or on this one.
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Posted by: Emmanuel Teijeiro. Original creator of homestarrunner.com on 02-11-08
so i was like "i sure am the original creator of homestarrunner.com and i don't give a fuck who your two brothers think they are". and that was that.
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Posted by: frog on 02-08-08
in response to "black lentil"'s prattle about sporky:
dude, how are you going to say that it's SAD that a kid named after a plastic fork and spoon combination i ate parfaits from kentucky fried chicken with when i was the same age he was when we were both on the farm does better growing up in the mainstream, using a username that's just a ripoff of kira's, and an incoherent one at that, and expect to be taken seriously? i mean, by anyone intelligent, obviously you succeeded in shutting down the thread and making a spectacle of hipforums moderatorship, but that's beside the point. or is it. heh. nevermind. good job genius.
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Posted by: post regarding revel's ego trip in zendik forums on 01-28-08
Revel: (clears throat) Everyone (in the context of this dicussion) IS Arol, and everyone else here for that matter. You ARE a weak masochistic conceited bitch, and a failure at life. I AM intelligent and confident enough not to bother wasting my time either advising or commanding you to "get some class" as I DO recognize the boundary between my responsibility and yours, and that IS the reality you have to face every day of your life, waking or sleeping. I AM the winner of that and any other existing argument for that matter, and I AM at this moment as these words are spoken, a better zendik than you, a better man than you, and a better person than you, BECAUSE my response to life is YES, to knowing that the one bearing the devils advocate excuse is the fool, the martyr, the retard, and the loser, being yourself, in that matter, of course. Cheers (to me). Blan.
Frog
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Posted by: whats wrong with my name on 01-25-08
god IS us, and wether or not i care about you doesn't need to be ADVERTISED. this dilema is the foundation of the zendik cult, which is founded and led psychically by me simply because i bear that name, and am conscious of it's fallacy, and THAT's what's behind zendik. That's the whole thing.
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