-The Farm
Truth trudges through tiny spatters of rain on a green algae river; rowing and raving in hopes of a new motion picture.

The afternoon was all dark and cloudy. As the ominous winds rolled in we found a green brainy textured ball and began to play toss. The puddles were forming and the rain was a cleansing refreshment to our creative process.

"At 30frames/sec slowed down things can start to look pretty cool."

I later proved this at a much slower rate. The smell of poison DMT, Valentina, and garlic powder hit me all at once. The music was altered by pings and I was the speed of an underwater explorer with too much breathe and no memory of an experience like this before. Red laser beams guided me like a plane to the runway and I laughed for the madhouse that we had become. Outkast's living room had plopped into my lap; a yellow room with blue trim decorated by Andre and linearized like a bowling alley.

So many shots, so many visions, and so so many frames, but the story had all been lost
and the weather was disturbing our plans.

Next time: alley


Chuck Wilder - The Clown