Ameviathan Update: Storyboards Draw to a Close

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The premiliminary stage of storyboarding Ameviathan: The Green Machine is over. I finished the last frame Thursday afternoon. I have to redo a couple scenes, notably the opening, one scene in the middle and another near the end. Once this is done, I’ll scan the pictures and put together some sort of digital format of a storyboard/script combination. This will coincide with the final drafting of the screenplay, which I’ll say more about in a moment. My timeframe in which to complete the digital script/storyboard along with the final draft of the script is by New Year. After the new year, prop construction will begin.

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Frank Perdue

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Death is another oil change
hatched in my day's way.
Stupid death and stupid dying.
Who made it anyway?

The old hen pecking God?
Well, I'll cock and sock his nose,
make him roost the golden egg
chooking as I hearsing go.

For from the shells I sell to L-OC-als
I'll build feather couping waves,
Buy up Death's garage and scythe,
chicken farming from the grave.

Walt MaGill

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Walt the Fish

The urlanders speak
of man turned brill
who goes by the name
of Walt MaGill.

They say he's mad,
that he spits salt dement,
all night blue
to waterclock chant.

And that if you go 
by the babbling cave
and listen you'll hear
him foaming depraved.

But don't listen too close
the urlanders warn,
for the bulbous song
can turn you sideways.

If I was a Ruler

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If I ruled all the world,
I'd say that you were a fool,
if you bought a ruler,
for cheap rulers rule.
Go find a ruler in the basement,
I'd decry-and-cree,
or do as I and use the
"Maryland Commercial Driver's License Manual"
that Brian left at my house
completely free of  fees.

Oh Walt Whitman

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Oh Walt Whitman
bardic every-man
with love and song
for the grass
that is mankind
in blade and in leaves,
democratic and romantic.

Yet Walt Whitman, 
you do not have enough
love to fool
fool-me,
for
you
are
still
a
massive
pain
in
my
(gr)ass
to
read.

Young Goodman Brown

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It’s night and I’m in a forest with Tim waiting for him to get his gear ready so we can record a wilderness soundscape for a movie we’ve been working on called Young Goodman Brown. Adapted from Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story of the same name, the movie has been an unexpected one-off. Shot on a Panasonic DVX 100 and its sound mixed and recorded on a separate unit, Young Goodman Brown has given us the chance to gauge what our technical capabilities will be coming into the rapidly approaching Ameviathan: The Green Machine. As is always the case though, the one-off has taken on a life of its own.

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The Alpha-eps

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Occasionally I get these urges to see some little corner of the universe fall before my concept of fasciest perfection. Usually these things ferment (or foment) upstairs for quite awhile, eventually falling on She Dragon’s patient ears but rarely traveling further. But now that The Mindlab is my podium to the world everyone can know the narrowly focused brilliance of my visions.

So far though there are only two real world-changing visions I can remember having and deigning to share here, the first being The Ideal Pants. But my more recent, further reaching ideal, fresh off the drawing board is sure to revolutionize not only this website, nor just the internet. Nay it will impact the very structure of the English language itself.

Ladies and gentelemen I bring you (crudely rendered with in the modern alphabet): The Alpha-eps!

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Love is a refrigerator door

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Love is a refrigerator door
left wide open
wasting precious cool
in electric emotion.

Love is a refrigerator door
growing old and grey
humming predictable minutes
day by mundane day.

Love is a refrigerator door
filled with magnet men
held up by notes
you wrote her
in the black pen.