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[Fade in from a close-up of some mundane object. Pan out to reveal scenery: A lady tied to the railroad tracks. Silence all around] Meggen: Hello... HELLO! Anybody!? [Pause] Meggen: I’m going to cry. [This carries on a bit, then the sound of a whistle] Meggen: Oh, not good! Help! Anybody! Help! Somebody! Help! Eric: [Suddenly appearing within Meggen’s sight] You like the Beatles? Meggen: OH, THANK GOD!...What? Eric: Do you like the Beatles...? That was Help! you were singing, right? One of th...

The pen descends. A line is made. The pen ascends. Another line is created, but it doesn't mean anything. Your eyes are open; not two windows, but two mirrors. Your mouth is a cave echoing the opinions of others. And your mind, your mind is closed tight just like the door to my house. Keyless--you’ve locked yourself outside. I could say something, and regret it instantly, or write it down instead, and regret it when you learn how to read.

Sleeping on a bed of nails, he lies awake at night -- no motion, and no emotion as he strains to slow his heart-rate. Eating bread crumbs and fish tails, through the day, he sits, sighs, and says nothing as he paints a picture of depravity. Sleeping on a bed of nails, he wonders what time it is for over an hour before bothering to look and realize he's three hours late for another disguised dinner-date. The unknown girl didn't know how lucky she was. Finally filling with malcontent, he looks ...

Buried beneath dirt, stone, and people, the Earth hides itself. Sometimes, we join in -- chaos and confusion at the center of it all. Above ground, everything is clear and concise. Some sit in their own personal winter -- adopting many layers for warmth. Most enjoy the summer -- admiring the sweaty freedom and candor of it all. People would rather opt for unreserved seating in a warm setting. For example, a cinema -- no place can ever be as empty as a cinema. Except maybe an oversized coffin...

I don’t know how to begin. Well, I guess I just did. Maybe my childhood is a good place to start... wait, no it’s not. I was a normal kid. Around the age fifteen, about to start my freshman year of high school, is when I’ll start... Yeah, soon after my fifteenth birthday (which is June fifth), my parents got a divorce. I chose to live with my mother, because my father had chosen to cheat on her, and then, he chose to move to North Dakota. That December, my mother died. I’ll spare you the det...