tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51236344320021487612024-03-05T11:24:42.334+00:00The Poem What I WroteDaniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-49865702379617751842010-10-28T02:41:00.002+01:002010-10-28T02:45:56.565+01:00I used to be able to write in full sentencesI wrote an essay about how much being sad is funny. It was generally well received and was so clever I now can't understand any of the technical stuff in it. I consider this a success on the level of a scientist being eaten by her own mutant, miscarried child after using her forbidden science to re-create the life that was so cruelly stolen from her. <br />
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Just like that.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?noaf75s253ncww5">Link!</a><br />
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Oh, and here's <a href="http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/">pictures for sad children</a>, whom I stole from.Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-37421156388797730692010-10-12T07:18:00.002+01:002010-10-28T02:48:46.654+01:00DraftsThat was a draft. I do drafts now, apparently.<br />
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Drafting = I'd like to get to know it better.<br />
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Wanna draft?Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-36151251114618099782010-10-12T07:05:00.002+01:002010-10-12T07:17:30.943+01:00He was yellow and I loved himI found him on the stove<br />He let me hold him<br /><br />I made him a house<br />I gave him a bath<br />And then he broke his neck on the bars<br /><br />We were going to talk to each other<br />We were going to be best friends<br />We were going to grow old and laugh <span style="font-style:italic;">Hah look at all those others that try to be like us</span><br /><br />He was going to live in my room and watch out for me<br />I would be delightfully incompetent and doting<br />He would be responsible and loud- Stretch tall and tell us what we should know. Ta tweet. Hah they should stay away.<br /><br />I would hold you and you would twitter<br />Oh how silly you are how silly I am<br />I would smile and enjoy my part<br /><br />We were going to be best friends but you broke your neck on a bar<br /><br />I'll miss him but I'll miss the story moreDaniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-79690667126887477942010-10-10T04:27:00.001+01:002010-10-10T04:28:52.119+01:00Two hands and a bodyEnjoy the smell of clean hands and soap;<br />(always wash the back of your hand. i read that on a poster in a hospital)<br />Don't just knock on wood. Knock on everything;<br />No two walls are the same, and they tell you so much;<br />Talk to your cats and birds and stuff, they may have feelings too;<br />Always pretend you're driving the bus;<br />Always count down from 5 when you are waiting;<br />Always always feel it.Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-76316602288999796472010-10-10T04:12:00.003+01:002010-10-10T04:13:51.385+01:00A year to this day! Minus 2 months and a pocket full of daysUpdates. Yes. That sounds like a good idea. I may even transcribe some of the dribblings that have dropped out in the last year. After all, I'll only loose them.Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-2797357430611881432009-12-16T18:15:00.000+00:002009-12-16T18:16:00.757+00:00Wabbits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniUW2YqIrFCluyqe3lwwPb55n2Ue1F4VkX4A7eimJPj8VRRKRicrTxmYG21L4-GMIFpeMHoaACOkiglaz8-Mjeb6nUp6KgyyM2rf_oyhDLrRN-VBn54O4YbW1QOywBk4x3F0_diDzLrX1/s1600-h/Stephen+Aldrich+1b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniUW2YqIrFCluyqe3lwwPb55n2Ue1F4VkX4A7eimJPj8VRRKRicrTxmYG21L4-GMIFpeMHoaACOkiglaz8-Mjeb6nUp6KgyyM2rf_oyhDLrRN-VBn54O4YbW1QOywBk4x3F0_diDzLrX1/s400/Stephen+Aldrich+1b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899380275437858" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-74010299445642347752009-12-16T18:09:00.001+00:002009-12-16T18:11:02.232+00:00a povel<span style="font-weight:bold;">prestmain</span><br /><br />Their breath smells like must; dust makes me gag; I have to stand too close; her hair smells like chutney; a distinct smell of hammers; they rub against me; “Why don't you look at me when we make love”; imagining them all naked makes the smell of sweat seem cleaner; they smell like food; do I smell like toast?; he eats tea for every meal; he eats coffee; if we were naked this wouldn't be so awkward:<br /><br />Something is vibrating my tree; I can seeeeee vibrations; my hands are dead, just let them typetypetypetype until they stop; stop dead; stop being dead; mostly stop dead a few times and then wander to youtube; men are better than toddlers are better than paedogeddon are better than onions are better than real people; I made an infinite, pardon me:<br /><br />Say “excuse me”; will you excuse me?; they never excuse me, they just want a token to keep:<br /><br />Passing out on buses because they rock me; “rock me” (to be said in an Austrian accent); please help me rock you; it would be so easy to sleep if you didn't have to worry about dropping things; my feet are sticky but I don't mind putting my bag on the floor? That goes on my lap; double standards:<br /><br />One hour equals £5; does size factor into the equation?; 5/(1010 cubic inches) is not correct; do you factor in empty space covered by product?; what about electricity bills?; we should all play cards by any equation:<br /><br />If they were all zombies this would be easier:<br /><br />He says they were looking at us funny, all I saw were people; foxes see in black and white, maybe I do too; if I was a fox I would move to the country but not too far from a village, because I couldn't kill a pheasant, much less catch it; I saw a pheasant run away from me once, it looked like it fell out of a tree, only backwards:<br /><br />When I walk into dark rooms alone I imagine there might be a body there and it will traumatise me and give me a phobia of walking into rooms alone; a neurosis isn't a phobia, no matter what people tell you; I am only occasionally scared of spiders; I need to talk to them, if we just ran in opposite directions this would be easier:<br /><br />This could be easier:<br /><br />Some days it's just hard to walk down the street and not kill someone; target permanent; the ability to cover everything is underestimated; everything includes yourself, people always forget that; I'm everything sometimes, when I walk down the street and sing to myself and the world, we're best friends in an abusive relationship; it's no-one's fault, we share the burden, but I swear he's seeing other people:<br /><br />It would be easier if it was ok to take your duvet everywhere you went, then people wouldn't be able to find me:<br /><br />Don't believe what they say, the earth is mostly just rock; my rock is billions of years old but I don't feel awed, I'm that old too and I can at least talk about it; my cat remembers being a tiger; sometimes I am a monkey again, and then I get hunted, but they are more scared of me than I am of them:<br /><br />People are so polite when you kick them; being grumpy makes people like you; can I appreciate things while I have them please? The build up is so much better; I am in a constant state of missing something; people tell me I smell like hammers: that's a lie, I made that up, it's just a bit of legerdemain, some prestidigitation.Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-73084016638717577722009-11-17T03:12:00.005+00:002009-11-17T03:19:07.279+00:00The playWell, the first readable/performable draft is finished. I'm not entirely sure it gets its point across clearly, but I am quietly cheery about the results. Considering this is the first time I have attempted to write a script, I'm quite pleased.<br /><br />I have been told the "writing (Read: Conan's language) is too esoteric", however I'm thinking that's just a synonym for "the theatre students are dumb". I'm thinking I'll just ignore that and steam ahead; I like Conan hamming it up and being ludicrously verbose.<br /><br />Anyway, here it finally is. Draft 3, The Draft That People Could Read. Part I. Take 2.<br /><br />(You may have to click it on the right, it's too big and badly formatted to fit on this page. Yea, I suck at converting Word docs into HTML)Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-78132470975217699842009-11-17T03:07:00.001+00:002009-11-17T03:12:04.492+00:00In A Wicked Age<HTML>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>Characters: (they are quite
<br />noticeably of identical build)</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>ROBERT HOWARD: a tall, well
<br />built 30 year old Texan author.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>CONAN OF AQUILONIA: a tall,
<br />well built 30 year old fictional character with long black hair and
<br />blue eyes.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>The two men are sitting. They
<br />start facing away from each other. ROBERT HOWARD is dressed in black
<br />jeans and black flannel shirt, while CONAN OF AQUILONIA is wearing a
<br />chain shirt and black jeans. They stand in a corn field, almost ready
<br />for harvesting. It goes on forever, there are no signs of humanity.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I took mother out for a drive
<br />today.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">Across the fields, yea. She
<br />needed the air. Clears her chest up fine, lets her breathe for a
<br />while. She needs the air.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>There is a long pause. The two
<br />men are not awkward about it.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">There's blood now.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">There has always been blood.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>Another pause, shorter this
<br />time.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">True.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>Another pause. As long as the
<br />last.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I'm weak, you know.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>CONAN OF AQUILONIA does not
<br />react.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I mean... I mean I'm strong an'
<br />all. I could lift you clean over my head if y'asked. Let me show you.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>ROBERT HOWARD stands and makes
<br />a move towards CONAN OF AQUILONIA with his arms out as if to pick him
<br />up. CONAN OF AQUILONIA stops him with a stern look, stands quickly,
<br />then speaks.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">Do you deem yourself strong,
<br />because you are able to twist the heads off civilized folk, poor
<br />weaklings with muscles like rotten string? Hell! Break the neck of a
<br />wild Cimmerian bull before you call yourself strong. I did that
<br />before I was a man.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>Silence. ROBERT HOWARD sits.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I wish I could take a break now
<br />and go boxing. I wish I had a beer. I wish I had time. I have to work
<br />twice as hard to earn half as much, what with looking after mother
<br />taking up my time. </FONT>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I lay awake at night listening to
<br />her. Holding my breath to hear the wheezes and the chokes; they're
<br />killing her while telling me she's still alive. </FONT>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I need to rest, to be alone.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>ROBERT HOWARD stares at the
<br />floor and speaks in an imitation of the townsfolk who talk about him.</I></FONT></P>
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<br />“<FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">What kind of young man
<br />would go around mumbling to himself? Punching an imaginary enemy?
<br />What kind of young man chooses to write for a living? That ain’t
<br />no living. Why, he’s just leeching off poor Isaac Howard, that
<br />nice doctor. And you know what he spends all his time writing about?
<br />Ghosts and warriors and harlots. All just sex and violence. He
<br />should be ashamed of himself. I heard he carries a pistol in his car.
<br />And he sleepwalks at night!”</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">Civilized men are more
<br />discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite
<br />without having their skulls split, as a general thing.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>ROBERT HOWARD stops staring at
<br />the floor.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I caught them following me last
<br />week. </FONT>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I was picking up some of mother's
<br />well-wishers and noticed a movement in the fields. Harvesting season
<br />is almost on so the fields were high but my eyes... my eyes are
<br />sharp; I saw the rustling, the bending stalks. </FONT>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">They were watching again.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">So you thought.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">So I knew.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>Long pause.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">What happened there?</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>ROBERT HOWARD draws a .380
<br />Colt and stands.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I took out my Colt and shot off a
<br />few rounds into the field by way of a warning.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>CONAN OF AQUILONIA nods
<br />slowly, looking thoughtful.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">You see devils where there are
<br />none.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I'm not going out of my way
<br />looking for devils, but I wouldn't step out of my path to let one go
<br />by.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>Long silence</I>.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
<br /><P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE="margin-left: 1.85cm; margin-right: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal">
<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">One has hold of mother. She has
<br />done nothing but help others her whole life, and she suffers like a
<br />dog. The devil is on her back laughing at me, using her as a shield.
<br />It wants me, it's always wanted me. It put me in the wrong age and
<br />watched as it fell apart.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>CONAN OF AQUILONIA looks
<br />somewhat disinterested throughout.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">Give me a clean sword and a clean
<br />foe to flesh it in.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">(<I>Sullenly)</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">It's a liberty we rarely enjoy.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">For which I pity your civilised
<br />age.</FONT></P>
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<br /><P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE="margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-right: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal">
<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
<br /><P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE="margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-right: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0cm">
<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>(ROBERT HOWARD turns on CONAN
<br />OF AQUILONIA somewhat aggressively during this. Gesticulating with
<br />his gun)</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">My age? At least my age is real!
<br />Yours is all illusion. No, <I>de</I>lusion! Just a wish! Just...</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>CONAN OF AQUILONIA turns on
<br />ROBERT HOWARD and interrupts.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">I know not, nor do I care. Let me
<br />live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat,
<br />stinging wine on my palate and the hot embrace of white arms, and I
<br />am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over
<br />questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion,
<br />then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real
<br />to me. I live, I love, I burn with life, and am content.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>An angry silence. ROBERT
<br />HOWARD sits.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">ROBERT HOWARD</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">(<I>With rising desperation)</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">She's dying you know. She's all I
<br />have left. Do you know how that feels? To be alone? To be helpless?</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">When I cannot stand alone, it
<br />will be time to die.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>ROBERT HOWARD looks at CONAN
<br />OF AQUILONIA for a long while, as if thinking, then leaves, CONAN OF
<br />AQUILONIA looks on after him.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">CONAN OF AQUILONIA</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">All fled, all done, so lift me on
<br />the pyre;</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace">The feast is over, and the lamps
<br />expire.</FONT></P>
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<br /><FONT FACE="Courier New, monospace"><I>CONAN OF AQUILONIA sits down.</I></FONT></P>
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<br /></HTML>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-20848196914118850282009-10-27T03:34:00.003+00:002009-10-27T03:35:10.506+00:00A playA play will be forthcoming, as soon as I get a first draft done. I think I need the fear of people actually looking at it to finish it.Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-29815307009499310672009-10-27T03:14:00.002+00:002009-10-27T03:30:40.536+00:00More dreamsI was at an art show. I knew this much.<br /><br />I was bored, or didn't like it and had wandered off to the back room where they kept all the books. I was thumbing through them and found a book called something like "The Necrovisions of...", I couldn't remember the author. I looked through it, it was an art book full of glossy pages full of black and white and red photos, mostly of bits of anonymous lumps of meat hanging on lines, siting on the floor looking rather sad. Then I got to a picture of a mans face, he was pure white skinned and had chewed away his lips. They hung down in taters.<br /><br />I hated this. It was the last straw and I decided to leave, I didn't want to be there anyway.<br /><br />The problem was, I had to go through the show room to get out. I went in and people were seated on the a kind of baseball layout seating, barely a scaffold. They were waiting and watching the other side of the room where it had been covered in plastic sheeting with a plastic curtain in a kind of mockery of the theatre. They wouldn't let me leave because I had paid for the show so I might as well stay and get my money's worth.<br /><br />The artists came out. He was a decadently fat man (from good living, not laziness) and was wearing a golden dressing gown. He was powdered up like Elizabeth I, all pure white. There was another man with him, he was dressed like a mortician, black rubber apron and gloves, white overalls, and a mask that hid all of his face; you couldn't see his skin.<br /><br />The artist took off his robe and he was naked, entirely white. He laid on the nearby table and the other man took out a delicatessens' meat shaving thing and started shaving him down, spraying blood everywhere (it was most up his white body). He moaned in agony and ecstasy. <br /><br />The show ended with him eviscerated up to his ribs, splayed everywhere. He moaned quietly and the audience clapped.Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-40383304903703035822009-06-30T10:58:00.003+01:002009-06-30T11:23:26.541+01:00Fevered notesWas a pretty although disturbing (like an adult baby) face sitting attop a black scaled shape shifting thing. Although the shape shifter took the form of a tall hulking humanoid with skin like an anaconda's. His fists were white. Tney loved each other (the head was sometimes considered the woman, although genderless and reffered to as a "he". They loved each other unconditionally, although there was no physical aspect to it as far as I can tell). They were helping their friends get somewhere (getting somewhere was always a chore, this is post apocalyptica. At one point they slipped through Disneyland at night, dodging the shotgun wielding Disney cultists).<br /><br />This pair (possibly the whole group) was being chassed by a man. I'm unsure who he is, but he's definately part of "The Law" as it stands. Not a mere bounty hunter or something, he had moral justification for what he was doing. Think the Big Sleep, but more of a sociopath. He would do anything to get them. "For the greater good" etc.<br /><br />For some reason the shape shifter stays behind as the others go on. He doesn't doubt them, he knows they wil succeed even, he just stays. The face doesn't think this is a good idea (the face is a reasonable thing, moderate, keeps him safe, acts as another pair of eyes). The body rejects the head. Eventually (after some kind of conflict) giving it the big scaled body and pushing him away, breaking his heart (possible setting fire to the body (not sure), the face runs around in pain for this turn around). The body becomes a full person (he didn't need him he says/shows him) and puts him in a bath tub full of hooked tentacles (I have no idea) which strip aways the body, down to the bare neccecities to keep the head alive (maybe only mobile, I'm not sure). Now it is emaciated, ribs (literally) show, and his hands are over-sized crab claws on weedy arms.<br /><br />The face is tortured. The ohysical torture is not so bad, the body is not so subtle, more beatings and semi-drownings in the tub. It is the emotional aspect that hurts. The body becomes some kind of gang boss. This is only important in showing his self-sufficiancy, the gang is irrelivant.<br /><br />The detective finds them, but I don't think he recognises the body. He would suspect that he would change, but not that he would hold his head captive and torture it. He invites the detective to dinner, he brings his pretty wife.<br /><br />The face is brought along, and humiliated. Innitially he is full of mad hatred for the detective, shouting through teary eyes at him (tears mainly of rage, partially of what he has lost). The body hurts him (physically, somehow) and makes him apologise. He is casually abused by them through the meal and has to say he enjoys it, answering the detectives questions in a submissive answer. The face is given a fatty, raw tongue to eat, some comment is made on it, he picks at it, eating the meat (he is so hungry, but he is humiliated by this). He wishes he had told the body he loved him (I think he loved him too much to let the detective know who he was. The body didn't even think the face would let out the truth, unconciously trusting their bond).<br /><br />During this dinner something happens. The detective says something, his wife agrees and the body decides to go on after the others, asking the face if he should (unconscious relyiance on habit? he still maintains a distance, although a hint of sincerity comes through). He knows the others have found what they were looking for and he wants to go find them. The detective seems to fade out. <br /><br />They leave and it becomes irrelevant. The face can't love the body again, but he goes through the motions.Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-48708145747304062962009-06-08T01:37:00.004+01:002009-08-05T14:22:37.679+01:00Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-33599859017100002732009-05-17T01:18:00.000+01:002009-05-17T01:21:40.150+01:00Heil there!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6klmQmXCjBjWmn3JoJaIXxpa9wT7HKznEfRYKixgiTfldeC3S2NXiWcsPOauG9byMZ1CdafzZFKluwbwEdIGFDFQNOpxYl0NgpTqYonw0RV8lospLoIfhAbPiuKAOfIGTeM3eSQsGcS3Q/s1600-h/Anschlusstears.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6klmQmXCjBjWmn3JoJaIXxpa9wT7HKznEfRYKixgiTfldeC3S2NXiWcsPOauG9byMZ1CdafzZFKluwbwEdIGFDFQNOpxYl0NgpTqYonw0RV8lospLoIfhAbPiuKAOfIGTeM3eSQsGcS3Q/s400/Anschlusstears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336581292357860498" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-57364840608141503992009-05-14T22:26:00.000+01:002009-05-14T22:27:08.928+01:00More poster art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0bQ3dkzqyAOAZ0YVDGN5DB_bZBkODIoM5GO4yUM_P5a5wxMjJO4jFDp8Ky-8RWcWaDKWCjEKK6Rp9j_pyELaNMZnotXxhEFs4Tx4VaBVGN1Jttvocwg-2JZH_3JqQwW1GxYjVZr0ksb7/s1600-h/812391233793020.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0bQ3dkzqyAOAZ0YVDGN5DB_bZBkODIoM5GO4yUM_P5a5wxMjJO4jFDp8Ky-8RWcWaDKWCjEKK6Rp9j_pyELaNMZnotXxhEFs4Tx4VaBVGN1Jttvocwg-2JZH_3JqQwW1GxYjVZr0ksb7/s400/812391233793020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335794249675132914" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-872423621410498842009-05-14T17:33:00.000+01:002009-05-14T17:34:57.116+01:00Poster art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp8Ap0R0iYabV_NAAPTaXFGc09aeHwMknV7FBCKyxBqbgOmcOm_QRcI8sc6jSZlT745KlZ0OtTAT3mFJuotqSBjQzhq5vH19Kf1oSkxNSmg1aCFDALCHtS6rUDyxo2aHhZ3BsuGhaLYVl/s1600-h/812391233792913.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp8Ap0R0iYabV_NAAPTaXFGc09aeHwMknV7FBCKyxBqbgOmcOm_QRcI8sc6jSZlT745KlZ0OtTAT3mFJuotqSBjQzhq5vH19Kf1oSkxNSmg1aCFDALCHtS6rUDyxo2aHhZ3BsuGhaLYVl/s400/812391233792913.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335718967384738754" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-54044684398877667492009-05-14T14:55:00.002+01:002009-05-14T14:58:37.116+01:00How many miceI once cried because life hurt so much<br />I said it was because I was lonely<br />They bought me a mouseDaniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-51028021769750028282009-05-13T01:23:00.000+01:002009-05-13T01:24:34.586+01:00Pic-ar-ture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-54bgvo_McZ_ZBdHehmO8SqU0k4URDCCaJKx5WvNpRkWG46OH26m6ArmVp9jx9VDr-G7gGBEVjLJ4CBvVujvrFbycNSD-oAbn4DDxi6g04gPPJFLt_Su5DNN2Nc1qUzkw1PcaXk-jG-sa/s1600-h/helm_article_picture.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-54bgvo_McZ_ZBdHehmO8SqU0k4URDCCaJKx5WvNpRkWG46OH26m6ArmVp9jx9VDr-G7gGBEVjLJ4CBvVujvrFbycNSD-oAbn4DDxi6g04gPPJFLt_Su5DNN2Nc1qUzkw1PcaXk-jG-sa/s400/helm_article_picture.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335097785533850914" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-63637619783870860202009-05-13T01:18:00.002+01:002009-05-13T01:23:34.708+01:00The colours are my swordI'm covered in blood<br />I'm covered in seman<br />I'm covered in teeth<br />I'm covered in salt<br />I'm covered in gold<br />I'm covered in skulls<br />I'm covered in silk<br />I'm covered in colourDaniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-81964438881674745202009-05-13T00:19:00.000+01:002009-05-13T00:20:26.039+01:00I want to write this novel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHUC4q06Zkfq7tsFK8O-wbN2SiplUQVkhDxP3SR4jEJWRHR2Jyp5rDUc1nI08i6WwE8x_tmoVTXaj518T-aMVzSvPQIYlj8WUEV0HUNUomud7BrBeGe0hqhVynRunqHRtbshUWkRZCeHa/s1600-h/bias.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHUC4q06Zkfq7tsFK8O-wbN2SiplUQVkhDxP3SR4jEJWRHR2Jyp5rDUc1nI08i6WwE8x_tmoVTXaj518T-aMVzSvPQIYlj8WUEV0HUNUomud7BrBeGe0hqhVynRunqHRtbshUWkRZCeHa/s400/bias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335081286546444882" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-75125441402075876292009-05-13T00:04:00.002+01:002009-05-13T00:12:17.376+01:00Once bitten twice bittenChronochloric mastibules clamouring for attention<br />grabbling up your trunk to the brentiferous bounteous branches<br /><br />Bite them and they retreat back down away from you, watching from a safe distance so as not to upset you, so as not to make you think that they take it personally<br /><br />They do<br /><br />Break open a spellonic slice and they dance their dance again<br /><br />(Cheap little whores)Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-59912978108893076262009-05-01T23:10:00.003+01:002009-05-01T23:23:28.505+01:00I am you are we willA broken melon on the pillow with it's pink insides only held in by gravity and careful handling<br />(not a drop has been spilt, but we have tasted it and it's good melon)<br /><br />A pink ball of gum not used to being out of the wrapper looking strange there on the bed<br />(you say you like it like that and I believe you through my protests)<br /><br />A house full of friends without a drop of blood between them<br />(oh how they laugh at the spectacle)<br /><br />A road that looks too safe and too straight<br />(there are no trolls here)<br /><br />A bucket of kittens<br />(each one a promise)Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-71838281733869857432009-04-20T00:54:00.001+01:002009-04-20T00:54:57.416+01:00We Die Soon (v.2)We die soon.<br />With mankind in general if we could<br /><br />Effects enchanted me vastly<br /><br />Depth of any considerable<br />insistence<br /><br />East Longitude 175o<br />seemed to be a greater task than had been expected<br /><br />Of two sorts:<br />One or two cases of cleanly severed bone.<br />No wonder he ran back to the camp shouting<br /><br />Weed was seen<br /><br />Earthquake tremor the night before<br />Do not often reproduce<br />it<br /><br />Excited and disturbed<br />survivor<br /><br />Out of the earth, the black spirits of earth<br />or subtlety could elicit more in this direction<br /><br />No longer alive, they would never really die<br /><br />Wholly into the charge<br />echoed above even the hill noises and the dogs barking on the night<br /><br />Devil’s hop yard<br />is sacrificed at the proper time to certain heathen gods<br /><br />Element of furtiveness in the clouded brain which subtly transformed him from an object to a subject of fear<br /><br />Slept poorly.<br />On he felt dimly that something ought to be done<br /><br />Others were ahead of him,<br />not of tri-dimensional earth<br /><br />We die soonDaniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-66611769199270406022009-04-02T19:28:00.000+01:002009-04-02T19:29:50.285+01:00*.*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-CRHUh41Z8TFa4ufsp-ys6q6VOIViadiqzEvVdFs9Tp37sUXDM_qiMRHUrgUtGWGPW0_5xD8JQvWujyOz25feRMor8sB-Kl2BxAeh2jrk7aDrESZeZshoAVbbJ8glSON10uCRrqibuN1/s1600-h/69.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-CRHUh41Z8TFa4ufsp-ys6q6VOIViadiqzEvVdFs9Tp37sUXDM_qiMRHUrgUtGWGPW0_5xD8JQvWujyOz25feRMor8sB-Kl2BxAeh2jrk7aDrESZeZshoAVbbJ8glSON10uCRrqibuN1/s400/69.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320162831725628850" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123634432002148761.post-7922670243035578832009-03-27T12:14:00.000+00:002009-03-27T12:15:26.617+00:00Loot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOoCKvCZ5h1pDxUoK75ggcRgE6cvR02D3qndW3KOY8ZJOIBXm1GGoaK4yaKzFrESFRdimEGT-DW-aVJH8J5ZbjVZqS8MVpDSmY_EOanhixhWLMEJ_odNnDgK-Lbnbaie6SlR_-1R0bzdZ/s1600-h/5-o-clock.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOoCKvCZ5h1pDxUoK75ggcRgE6cvR02D3qndW3KOY8ZJOIBXm1GGoaK4yaKzFrESFRdimEGT-DW-aVJH8J5ZbjVZqS8MVpDSmY_EOanhixhWLMEJ_odNnDgK-Lbnbaie6SlR_-1R0bzdZ/s400/5-o-clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317840004530442930" /></a>Daniel Sellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255260306512797559noreply@blogger.com0