Saturday 24 August 2019

The Edge of The World


The Edge of The World Party was filmed on 
Sept. 11th 2001


Remember, Remember The 11th of September


Thermite, Treason and Plot







"It's not The Girl, Peter, it's The Building! Something Terrible is about to enter Our World, and This Building is obviously The Door. 


The architect's name was Ivo Shandor. 

I found it in Tobin's Spirit Guide. 

He was also a Doctor. 

Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. 


And then in 1920, he founded a Secret Society...."


































Back to The Beginning


Merciful Father
I have squandered My Days with plans of many things. 

This was not among them. 

But at this moment, 
I beg only to Live the next 
few minutes Well
For all We Ought to Have Thought
and Have not Thought;
all We Ought to Have Said
and Have not Said
all We Ought to Have Done
and Have not Done
I pray Thee, God, 
for Forgiveness.

Buliwyf
Lo, There Do I See My Father
Lo, There Do I See... 

Herger the Joyous
...My Mother, and My Sisters, and My Brothers. 

Buliwyf: 
Lo, There Do I See... 

Herger the Joyous: 
...The Line of My People... 

Edgtho the Silent: 
...Back to The Beginning. 

Weath the Musician: 
Lo, They Do Call to Me. 

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan:
They Bid Me Take My Place Among Them. 

Buliwyf:
In The Halls of Valhalla... 

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan:
...Where The Brave... 

Herger the Joyous:
...May Live... 

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan:
...Forever.

Authentic Connection






Sean Bateman: 
Are you here for that class? 

Lauren Hynde: 
The tutorial on the post modern condition? It's been cancelled. 

Sean Bateman: 
Typical. 

Lauren Hynde: 
I haven't seen you in it before. 

Sean Bateman: 
That's what's so typical. This was the first time I bothered to show up. 

Lauren Hynde: 
You've got bad timing. 

Sean Bateman: 
Saturdays suck. 
I don't have to put up with this bullshit. 
I'm dropping this class. 

Lauren Hynde: 
Me too. 

Sean Bateman: 
Really?

Lauren Hynde: 
Yeah. I think I'm gonna change my major. 

Sean Bateman: 
To what? 

Lauren Hynde: 
I don't know yet. 
What's yours? 


Sean Bateman: 
I don't even know.




Sean Bateman: 
I wonder if Lauren goes wild during sex. I wonder if she comes easily. Or at all. I won't go to a bed with a girl who doesn't. If I can't make a girl come, then why bother? It's like asking questions in a letter.

Hm, I'm hungry.


Sean Bateman: 
A great numb feeling washes over me
as I let go of The Past and look forward to The Future. 
Pretend to be a vampire. 
I don't really need to pretend, because
It's Who I Am, an Emotional Vampire. 
I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. 
That I was born This Way. 
That I feed off of other people's Real Emotions. 
Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?


Writer/director Roger Avary has this to say on the character of Sean Bateman: 

"He calls himself a Vampire, 
but more than that, he's a shark





 
He dies if he slows down, a consuming machine. 
He needs to experience moment to moment, 
second to second or he dies. 

By the time you reach the mid-point of the film his character is consumed with the idea of being loved and of loving, but 
he is still the shark, he's still a monster. 

Then he sees himself through the eyes of his loved one, and it completely transforms him.
The shark is hurt, he's contemplative. 

His is the only character that changes his destiny. 
What has become of Sean Bateman at the end of the film? 

Nobody can say for sure. 

Has he been transformed for the better or for the worse? 

Where is he headed on the motorcycle on that blizzard of a night? 
Will he hide from his pain, revisit it upon others,
or become The Man He Had Never Been?"










Come Back to The Kingdom













 King Ezekiel I :
Rick Grimes of Alexandria, 
you have given The King much to ponder.


King Rick I of Alexandria :
Well, when I was a kid, uh, 
My Mother told me A Story.

There was A Road to A Kingdom
and there was a Rock in The Road.

And people would just avoid it, but horses would break their legs on it and die, wagon wheels would come off.

People would lose the goods they'd be coming to sell.

That's what happened to a little girl.

The cask of beer her family brewed fell right off.
 It broke.

Dirt soaked it all up, and it was gone.

That was Her Family's last chance.

They were hungry.

They didn't have any money.

She just sat there and cried, but she wondered why it was still there for it to hurt Someone Else.

So she dug at that rock in the road with her hands till they bled, used everything she had to pull it out.

It took hours.

And then when she was gonna fill it up, she saw something in it.

It was a Bag of Gold.


Gary, Steward to The Court of King Ezekiel :
All right!

King Rick I of Alexandria :
The King had put that rock in the road because he knew the person who dug it out, who did something, they deserved a reward.

They deserved to have their life changed for The Good.

Forever.


 King Ezekiel I :
I invite you all to sup with us and stay till the morrow.

 King Rick I of Alexandria :
Yeah, we need to get back Home.

 King Ezekiel I :
I shall deliver my decree in the morn.

[Staff bangs]

Friday 23 August 2019

Know Thyself


I feel like The Ghost 
of a Total Stranger




Took a charter flight to London. 
Took a cab to the city centre. Hostels are pretty ugly.
I'm staying at Home House, the most beautiful hotel in the world.
A couple of Brits take me to Camden Street, 
I flirt at Virgin, then follow girls with pink hair.
I wandered around trying to get laid until it started to rain.
I go to Rem Forum, but it's gay night.
I find the one hetero girl in the place.
At Home House, I strip her clothes off and we fuck.
Met the world's biggest DJ, Paul Oakenfold, 
wrote my mom a postcard I never sent.
Bought some speed, smoked a lot of hash 
that had too much tobacco in it.
Saw the Tate, Big Ben, ate weird English food. 
It rained a lot so I quit for Amsterdam.
The Dutch know English, which was a relief.
I cruise the Red Light District, 
visit a sex show, smoke a lot of hash.
Meet a Dutch actress, we drink absinthe 
at a bar called Absinthe. 
Museums were cool.
Bought a lot of pastries, ate waffles.
Bought some coke, met some blonde 
that reminds me of Lara, gave her 100 guilders.
I come between her tits even though I'm wearing a rubber.
Afterwards we talked about AIDS.
I wake to the sound of a wino singing.
I pretend to ice skate around Centraal
Station. Trade songs with a Kiwi girl.
Then split for Paris by train.
I climb the Eiffel Tower for only 7 francs.
Went to a Ford Model party, 
hooked up with a Romanian model.
She chugs my cock, which is good.
Went shopping. I think she gave me mono.
Drove a Ferrari, made out with a Dutch model.
Almost became roadkill crossing the street.
Oakie invites me to Dublin so I catch a flight. 
He lets me spin discs with him.
Irish girls are as small as leprechauns.
One strips for me in the bathroom of a club.
I steal some stout at the Guinness factory.
I fly to Barcelona.
Too many fat American students.
Dropped acid at the Sagrada Familia, which was a trip.
Cruised up the coast, but had no more acid.
Some girl rings me so I let her listen to the church bells.
It was beautiful, but there are no girls there so I went to Switzerland.
Took the Glacier Express, which was beautiful.
Euro Pass to Venice, where I met a hot girl 
who speaks better English than I do.
She's living on $5 a day.
My hotel room costs more for one night 
than she's spending her entire trip.
I ditch her and hook up with a couple who want a threesome.
Too much tension, but they 
offer to drive me to Rome.
Traffic is bad. The wife turns out to be a freak, 
the guy starts to wig out on me.
We stop in Florence, a bomb goes off and I lose the weird couple.
Ended up in Rome. Just like LA, but with ruins.
I went to the Vatican, stood for two hours to 
get into the Sistine Chapel, which looks fake.
I meet two underage Italian girls who I try to talk 
into fucking each other while I jack off.
I work out. 
I meet some guy who says he knows me. 
He's a fag so I lose him.
I try to fart and instead shit my pants.
Back in my hotel room, I masturbate.
That night I dream about a beautiful girl 
half in water, stretching her lean body.
I wake well rested and masturbate in the shower.
I go back to London and hang out in Piccadilly Circus.
I swap shirts with a Cambridge chick.
Hers was an Agns B, mine a Chanel.
She acts prudish, but is really wild.
She barely looks at my abs.
I drop some acid and get lost in the subway.
I meet a girl who lets me jack off on her 
as long as no come gets on her coat.
We get stoned listening to Michael Jackson 
and next morning I wake up talking to myself.
I barely make my plane back to the US.

I feel like The Ghost of a Total Stranger.
Then I ended up back here.


I am so there when school is out!


You don't even know!


No, I do know.


You don't know until you do know
and you have to go there to know.


Still fucking that girl from Hawaii? Page?

No, I gave up on that shit. She had issues. 
I moved on to this chick named Candice. She's great.


 Does she fuck like a racehorse?


Yeah! You know it, brother!


I met a girl.


Did you score some hot poon?



It's not about that.
No, it's about...


It's about good times and cuddling up [!]
She's a fag hag, right? 
It's cool because they're fun and they like to dance!


I tell you, Victor,
I think I'm in love with this girl.
She's sweet...she's pure...she's innocent.
She's a virgin.


How young is she?


Is she out of the car seat onto my meat?
If she's bleedin', I'm breedin'!

If there's grass in the field...play ball!

Old enough to pee, old enough for me!

Cordelia




How Does My Noble Lord?
How Fares Your Majesty?

Buffy:  
Well, it's not that simple, it's a person, it's... 
(shows her the yearbook) 
It's this person. 
Now, do you have any idea why she'd be so...

Cordelia:  
Oh, God! 
Is she really wearing Laura Ashley?

Xander:  
So, homicidal?

Cordelia:  (exhales) 
I have no idea! 
I've never seen this girl before in my life!

Cut to the crawl space in the ceiling.

Marcie:  (maniacally) 
I won 'cause you didn't see me coming. 
Cordelia, you don't remember me. 
I remember you, all your idiot slut friends, I hate them. 
They take your life and they suck it out of you! 
But then they didn't see me coming. 
They gotta learn. They gotta learn.

Cut to the library.

Giles:  
According to what you told us about the attack on Ms. Miller, we now have two messages from Marcie: 'look' and 'listen'.

Willow: 
Messages we don't understand.

Buffy:  
I don't think we're supposed to... yet. 
Marcie's not quite  ready. 
But from what she did to Cordelia's picture, I would say that she's wigged on the whole May Queen thing. Maybe she's gonna do something about it.

Willow:  
Stop the coronation tonight, maybe. 
Keep you guys away from the Bronze?

Cordelia:  
Nothing is keeping me from the Bronze tonight!

Xander:  
Uh, can we just revel in your fabulous lack of priorities?

Cordelia:  
If I'm not crowned tonight then, then Marcie's won! And that  would be bad. 
She's evil, okay? 
Way eviler than me.

Buffy:  
Cordelia has a point.

Cordelia:  
Buffy's with me on this.

Buffy:  
Anyway, continuing the normal May Queen activities may be the best way to draw Marcie out. 
We can use Cordelia as bait.

Cordelia:  
Great! Bait?

Giles:  
Willow, Xander, you'll help me begin our research anew. 
Unless we find a way to cure Marcie's invisibility, then Buffy will be...

Marcie is there now looking down from the stacks.

Buffy:  
A sitting duck.

They all get up to do their tasks.

Buffy:  (to Cordelia) 
C'mon.

Cordelia:  
Well, I have to try on my dress. 
And am I really bait?

Cut to the halls. 
Buffy and Cordelia are walking.

Cordelia:  
So, how much the creepy is it that this Marcie's been at this for months? 
Spying on us? Learning our most guarded secrets? 
So, are you saying she's invisible because she's so unpopular?

Buffy:  
That about sums it up.

Cordelia:  (exhales) 
Bummer for her. 
It's awful to feel that lonely.

Buffy:  
Hmm.  So you've read something about the feeling?

Cordelia:  (stops Buffy) 
Hey! You think I'm never lonely 
because I'm so cute and popular? 
I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone. 
It's not like any of them really know me. 
I don't even know if they like me half the time. 
People just want to be in a popular zone. 

Sometimes when I talk, everyone's so busy agreeing with me, they don't hear a word I say.

Buffy:  
Well, if you feel so alone, then why do you work so hard at being popular?

Cordelia:  
Well, it beats being alone all by yourself.

She continues down the hall. 
After considering that for a moment Buffy quickly follows.




Thursday 22 August 2019

And Knowing is The Entire Battle

I, I’ve Been Watching You —

Do You Know Me? 
Do You Know What I Am? 
Do You Want to Know My Name? 











Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, 
you're not ready for The Big Moments. 

No one asks for their Life to change, not really. 

But it does

So what are we, helpless? 
Puppets? No. 

The Big Moments are gonna come. 
You can't help that. 

It's what you do afterwards that counts. 

That's when you find out 
Who You Are. 
 You'll see what I mean.

That Monologue saved My Life.

A Lot.








[KNOCK AT DOOR]
I don't know how to speak to you,
I don't know how...
[KNOCK]
What?!
Ooh!
I have good news.
- What?
- Victor's back from Europe.
Really?
Really?! Shit!


Lauren. Wait.
Hey, wait, Lauren.


Oh, my God!


Can't we talk?

No!

Lauren, don't walk... Hey!
I really did try to kill myself...just before I faked it.


Wow. Sean, it's over.


No, it's not!


Yeah, it is. I'm in love with somebody else.


Who?


Victor. It's none of your fucking business!


Fucking... Fucking Victor?


Yeah.


Then why the fuck are you writing me letters?


Wow.
Deal with it, Sean, it's over. 
Rock 'n' roll.


Lauren, I wanna know you.


What does that mean, know me? Know me.
Nobody knows anyone else ever!
You will never, ever know me.


Oh, shit!
You do not know what a drag it is to see you right now!

Um...um...
Yeah...um...
Yeah, you smell really good, but I...
..I don't know who you are.


Victor, shut up, it's me.


Oh...of course.
How are...y-you?
How long have you been here?


Why haven't you called?


This is embarrassing. 
I'm sorry, I don't have the slightest idea who you are right now.
Really, it's...it's totally blank. I...I...


Yeah, it is.


Should I know you?
It's great seeing you, really.



Looks like it's gonna be a cold one.
You know, I find myself talking to you when you're not even around.
Just...carrying on conversations.


I wish you wouldn't tell me shit like that.



But, Sean, I don't...


I don't wanna be with you.


What do you mean? 
No, I just... wanna know you, 
I just wanna know Who You Are.




No one'll ever know anyone.
You're not ever gonna know me.

What the hell does that mean?



It means, Paul, you're not ever gonna know me.
Figure it out. Deal with it.


Fuck you, Bateman.
Fuck you, Bateman!
Fuck you!




























***********




He really likes you.


That's great.


Listen, were you putting notes in his box?


Whose box?


I thought you were putting notes in his box.
Purple ones. Love letters.


No, I didn't put notes into anybody's box.


You didn't?


Wrong person.
Wasn't me.


Then there's someone else.
Doesn't matter, anyway.
Not to people like him.


Not to people like us.

[SEAN] 
I started driving faster as I left the college behind.
I didn't know where I was going.
Someplace unoccupied, I hoped.
I thought there were things about her I'd never forget,
but in the end, all I could think about was...