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penguinfaery) wrote2011-02-07 05:17 pm
penguinfaery) wrote2011-02-07 05:17 pm
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SO these are my first two scripts. Any feedback would be nice. Each section break is a new page, each line break a new word bubble. This is 2 of four.
Also, should the titles be song lyrics of geek things? The whole project is a geek title *Points at icon* Posted with current titles. Don't worry about technical things, they will be proof read.
“But it also breeds creation”
I love Colorado.
I’m not really unique in that thought, I know. But we moved here for the clean air, and we got what we came for.
Don’t get me wrong. I love California too.
Breathing just gets a little complicated there.
But as a child, we were always going back to California. I-70 to I-15, back home. We were poor, so we drove it a lot. I learned to drive on that trip. I loved it.
I know that drive like the back of my hand, but I still love it. The stripe rocks in Utah. Seeing the light of the Luxor from roughly a billon miles away. The first Joshua tree letting us know were in the Mojave. The alien themed tourist trap I know they secretly added just for me.
To this day, California’s still a part of me.
Even if I did only get to Hollywood my last trip.
And Santa Monica pier.
And north of LA. Winchester Mystery House. San Francisco.
And experience the joy of being stupid teenager We’re not teenagers. We have no excuse. We just thought we could make it from LA to Reno in one day. By way of San Francisco. While playing tourist on the way.
We did it. Somehow. Stupid.
Nevada is not a part of me.
It is like a wasteland. The moon. No wonder they have Area 51 there.
Vegas can be a blast, don’t get me wrong. Though I dunno about the whole “What happens in Vegas…”
Because we tell freaking everyone about the macho dude jamming out to single ladies.
It did not stay in Vegas.
It’s pretty much just a stop over to California, though. The sign I’m almost back to my desert, and out of Nevada’s wasteland. I love living in the city, but I miss stars that spread from horizon to horizon.
Then again, I don’t miss a city that spreads from LA to Mexico. Driving miles on freeways and getting nowhere. I love the beauty in California. The ocean. The surreal LA wonderland. The desert.
But in the end, I’ve found my home here, between the mountains and the sky.
“Now let us drink the stars”
Somedays, I wanna just get in my car, and drive forever.
Find the desert.
Find the beach.
Find the sky in Kansas. Let it swallow me whole.
Take my girls. Dip our feet in the swollen Mississippi again.
Chase fireflies.
Back east they don’t have the sky. The trees are so rich they only les you see bits and pieces. Faded out.
But they have fireflies.
It’s almost a fair trade.
I want to go back east and let the trees swallow me up.
Let the sky scrapers trap me in the heat and hectic beat of New York.
Central Park. God I want to go back to Central Park.
Driving up the coast of Florida, blasting Ace of Base and pretending to be filthy rich. Playing in the warm rain in New Orleans.
Disneyland. Santa Monica. Hollywood.
Riding around Chesapeake Bay on a boat, the smell of sugar in our noses, bad jokes and giddy laughter, martinis and crab and geeky treasures in a place older then all of us put together. And then some.
And far away loved ones, toasts on city roof tops, miniature rhinos, ghost foot prints in the middle of the night.
Some day my wanderlust will be satisfied to it’s hearts content.
Also, should the titles be song lyrics of geek things? The whole project is a geek title *Points at icon* Posted with current titles. Don't worry about technical things, they will be proof read.
“But it also breeds creation”
I love Colorado.
I’m not really unique in that thought, I know. But we moved here for the clean air, and we got what we came for.
Don’t get me wrong. I love California too.
Breathing just gets a little complicated there.
But as a child, we were always going back to California. I-70 to I-15, back home. We were poor, so we drove it a lot. I learned to drive on that trip. I loved it.
I know that drive like the back of my hand, but I still love it. The stripe rocks in Utah. Seeing the light of the Luxor from roughly a billon miles away. The first Joshua tree letting us know were in the Mojave. The alien themed tourist trap I know they secretly added just for me.
To this day, California’s still a part of me.
Even if I did only get to Hollywood my last trip.
And Santa Monica pier.
And north of LA. Winchester Mystery House. San Francisco.
And experience the joy of being stupid teenager We’re not teenagers. We have no excuse. We just thought we could make it from LA to Reno in one day. By way of San Francisco. While playing tourist on the way.
We did it. Somehow. Stupid.
Nevada is not a part of me.
It is like a wasteland. The moon. No wonder they have Area 51 there.
Vegas can be a blast, don’t get me wrong. Though I dunno about the whole “What happens in Vegas…”
Because we tell freaking everyone about the macho dude jamming out to single ladies.
It did not stay in Vegas.
It’s pretty much just a stop over to California, though. The sign I’m almost back to my desert, and out of Nevada’s wasteland. I love living in the city, but I miss stars that spread from horizon to horizon.
Then again, I don’t miss a city that spreads from LA to Mexico. Driving miles on freeways and getting nowhere. I love the beauty in California. The ocean. The surreal LA wonderland. The desert.
But in the end, I’ve found my home here, between the mountains and the sky.
“Now let us drink the stars”
Somedays, I wanna just get in my car, and drive forever.
Find the desert.
Find the beach.
Find the sky in Kansas. Let it swallow me whole.
Take my girls. Dip our feet in the swollen Mississippi again.
Chase fireflies.
Back east they don’t have the sky. The trees are so rich they only les you see bits and pieces. Faded out.
But they have fireflies.
It’s almost a fair trade.
I want to go back east and let the trees swallow me up.
Let the sky scrapers trap me in the heat and hectic beat of New York.
Central Park. God I want to go back to Central Park.
Driving up the coast of Florida, blasting Ace of Base and pretending to be filthy rich. Playing in the warm rain in New Orleans.
Disneyland. Santa Monica. Hollywood.
Riding around Chesapeake Bay on a boat, the smell of sugar in our noses, bad jokes and giddy laughter, martinis and crab and geeky treasures in a place older then all of us put together. And then some.
And far away loved ones, toasts on city roof tops, miniature rhinos, ghost foot prints in the middle of the night.
Some day my wanderlust will be satisfied to it’s hearts content.
Nice posting. Good images.
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