Sunday, April 27, 2025

Flash Fiction 80. The Screenplay of Infinity: King Kahn Czar.

 I'm just throwing ideas onto the Internet because someone might need motivation occasionally. This may go out today, tonight or whenever you are ready to go to Film school. I think it would be a foreign film everywhere. Cannes would be an ideal place to visit someday if you are hungry for a myth. I hear they speak more than one language there. 

It would be a film about royal pain and suffering. And enjoyment of life and travel to nowhere except knowledge. I advertised the road. A few learned the hard lessons of slow and quick change. Stuck in the old abandoned theater, a black curtain to hide a dark knowledge. The expectation is we are all distantly related to the Sun, Moon, and obviously Earth. 

Making a film can sometimes take your whole life to condense into a feature. Black and white to color and talkies. Now we are in the silicon. Do I need a mountain on the other side of the world grinding into the rivers. It's where I spent my gas money believing in the filling station. If you find a good screen wait in line for the popcorn/maizecorn, nice glasses.

There is no way to make a great music video or extend it out into a dream, but yours was too much fun. I don't know any of the celebrities, not even you. Writer, me, connected to a few classic survivors. 

The pigeons like me, I'm not Hemingway. My last book is the next one I write. 

Sci-fi looks like a hell I have already explored. 

Don't run too much, they may just want you to fall. 

I tried to watch for one year, to decide if we exist.

Finally I believe in you...

 

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