Flesh to Violet

Описание: Directed by Tim Marchant
Music and Audio by Tom Player (losttrack.co.uk)
Dialogue by Pete Marchant
Voice and Face by Liam Noble

Script:

Loom.

Look within I said .... to the camera .... I'm not one for argument.
Placid. One look. That's all I said. One look. We're all in there to some extent.
Say, 'prandial', like, 'I' ve had plenty'.
Had enough. Enough is goo as a feat of stench.
This is life!
Look around me.
You can't wish for more than you know...
Wish. Up. On.

Don' t leave me standing here all skin and no bone.
Well. Just to
This is nice..
Walk in.
Well proportioned.
Candid.
Pause Neat. Pause It’s you.
I do like a well kept pad. Kempt. That's the word, isn’t it? A kempt man?
I like that.

We’re all stuck in the mind.
Try as we might is the sword that we write the wrongs that need righting
Drivel.

I'd have hoped for longer to say what I wanted to say....
Why bother? ......
Hang the protocol, this just isn’t tennis!
Are we just flesh to violet? Bison to wash down the drain like laughter?
Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Now.
While you're tired. While you're low. While you're slow.
It’s a rummage sale quest.
Poke like a nose in a draw full of clothes;
old flares, string vest, paisley shirt past its best.
Strip out your library, smash all your frames,
wipe all your music, play all your games.
Blank what is there to create what is not
so all that you have
is not what you've got.


© Tim Marchant 2015