Thursday, July 21, 2005

A Message To My Recently Finished 1ST Draft

Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys

Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy

Time - In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive"

We should be on by now
We should be on by now

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (repeat)

You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time

Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time

Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed. Your park was real dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness
But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming

We should be on by now (x5)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (repeat)

Yeah, time!

92 pages in 9 days. I am emotionally drained. I broke down. Literally just lost it when I wrote the last scene. This song was playing just as I started the last paragraph. I was euphoric, but also deeply depressed when it was all over. And I wept like I was going to the electric chair. Good night all.


Matt Reynolds said...

Yeah, sleep, get drunk. Buy some Crack, go to Vegas. The completion of a draft is always cause for celebration. Onwards and Upwards...

JD said...

Yep, it's time to get a good sloppy drunk on. Though instead, I went to a cemetery and took B&W pictures. It was fun.