Saturday, September 8, 2012

Tad


been workin out drinkin coconut water.
even yoga.
memorized my lines on mark.
first day shooting
everything like better than best

and i hear this laughing coming from the boom operator
i see a reflection real quick
in one of cameras.

a little pig face
right where my mug should have been


guess in the old days they could do it makin someone wear a sign
or a star.
or a scarlet letter and shit .
but now.
just fuckin
beam it down scotty huh



you see it sometimes.
on some obvious Ruiners in the street
sometimes its just these trails.
like the dude is pixelated.
which means Dome has decided the guy doesn't even rate as a solvable.
just a tv show for some intraneural freak show.

i mean you know they Domed the guy
 and were basically makin baby food out of the dude's grey matter all the while projectin his Ruiner life and thoughts  to like half of LA county.
I always thought these detractors deserved it

.

seen a guy seem to age both backward and in forward on an Amtrak once.
I knew some of the scientists ya see.back in the day
who helped invent this shit.
when i lived with Buzz in Palo Alto.

he explained that like from primal times and stuff.
there's this primal fear of disfigurement
that is like real deep.
so they do wild shit with faces to the enemies and shit.

they got even more advanced ...
with  nano.

so like instead of just some scrim
they can like move around this teeny tiny bots and shit
that some dink who probably don't even knows he has
well they can like move these tiny things
 under the skin
to either improve or horror show someone's looks
 can  make the dink look like a fucking monster or a movie star
 ...by like remote and shit.

also they can like do this zip zip zap shit to someones facial nerves and shit ..and like contort them to make em look all spazz and shit
I tell you that apartment complex was like Jeff Dahmer meets Vincent Price meets like Cult of the Damned
one day a rent boy would be being bought a vespa the next day
like he'd been run over by one

Buzz's ex. houseboy Tim like used to be like Prom King suntan commercial hot but he was caught cheatin with some drummer   and now  dude looks like  Quasimodo and we aint talkin no Disney version either

and when the bubble burst in the late 90's and "the pool boys' all got a bit "roamy "and their true colors showed.Place just got pretty fugly fast.
that's when I took up acting,if only to move away
Buzz was a sweet guy but put a remote and some bots in his hand guy got a bit app crazy
know what i mean


an hour long  dra-medy on TNT
and they transpose a god damn pig face on my mug.
ha ha ha
the fuckin Boom operator takin fuckin pictures of it.like I'm some kinda instant youtube

dont know how they do it..
but I got an idea
least Buzz does

some satelite a bunch of actors and Dome lauched in 90's
to like zooom in on like natural gas or some shit.
ha ha ha
...

holoram
just swoop down
and like
be so sliver thin

...like tv floating in the air
 .
like how they gonna film me with james spader with a pigface face holoram flickin about !

and how am i gonna hit my mark or concentrate knowing somethin like that is goin on.


i had seen them transpose rat faces once on some Ruiners
thought it was pretty funny.

cuz THEY were Ruiners!

all cause i didnt want to do some " feed work" back east.
..playin what this time?
they really expect me to wait tables. and chumby up to some douchebag.
like I'm some dope who just got off a greyhound bus
I studied under Miriam Hume at the fucking Actor's studio for 3 years.



all cuz they want me to do some turnover job
 on some guy named Cole
who some hotshot has invested in

supposedly this Cole aint even queer.
his neurals just indicate he
can just be lead that way

 nobody of course at Dome or anywhere gives a good god damn if I finally got a real fucking acting job!
besides .according to them
nobody GETS anything without THEM anyway






 

 On the freeway heading toward studio city, an older Mexican woman looked at me and put her hands to her mouth and  shoved what looked like rosary beads against the window.Wonder what format my face took o  on Ventura Blvd
One either laughs about such things or blows one's head off.
I graphed my Sir and and asked what plane I was to take east



 

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