Thursday, January 29, 2009

Stars Tattoos Lower Stomach




TABLE 1

1 / 2: External. Night. Field along the skyline of a metropolis with skyscrapers. It's snowing heavily. Note. The city should not look like a contemporary city and even a city as clearly tied to the past: I'd like it to be composed of a mix of elements that belong to our time and suggestions 50s, so as not to allow the reader to orient in regards the timing of our history. Even the appearance of the characters and their clothing should reflect this ambiguity.

DIDA: Even under the snow, my city is burning.

3: Cartoon stretched vertically to the lower edge of the table. Shot slightly from top to bottom and three-quarters of our protagonist. And 'a man of about thirty-five years and is a kind of summa of all the heroes and anti-heroes of film noir: Imagine her look like Bruce Willis, slightly unkempt beard, hair starting to thin out, always look a bit' tired . The idea is to present not a noir hero, but almost the archetypical noir. The man, wearing a long coat with collar turned up, thoughtfully watching the snow falling slowly.

DIDA: And I burn for you. The cartoons

4:05 occupy the remaining space in the table, on the other.
4: Get away from our hero, his back, in his coat as he walked close to the snow-covered roads. To his right we see the entrance of an alley hardly reassuring, dirty and dark.

DIDA: For its dirty streets.

5: Tighten our framing and focus on the face of the hero. He turned abruptly to his right, toward the alley. His face contracted into a grimace of anger and determination: he has seen or heard something!

TABLE 2

In this table, the sticker is the main 3 / 4, much larger than the other.

1: Detail of the hand into a fist close to a black man. The man wears a gray coat, wrist port a huge pair of gold bracelets: hand dripping with blood.

2: Another detail. We see the legs of a woman slumped to the ground. Her skirt is slightly ajar: wearing stockings, suspenders and high heeled shoes. On floor, dirty snow, and on his feet we see a few drops of blood.

3 / 4: Vignettona which presents the scene as a whole. We are in the narrow alley where he turned to our hero in the previous table. Raggomilata on earth is a young girl and very beautiful: her hair cut blacks were far above the shoulders are tangled, the trick is tired, especially around the eyes. He brought the back of his hand to his mouth and the blood is drying comes out from a wound to his lips, mingling with the heavy lipstick. The girl is a prostitute. Note. I wish it were designed with a look reminiscent of the 50 prostitutes (it could take as an indicator for the movie Black Dahlia, Brian De Palma). The man before her is enormous: a huge black pimp is completely bald. He wears a gray coat, a little gold trinkets' everywhere, a big chain on your neck. Note. In this case, visually, we can refer to the sort of gangsters who see blacks in many films and videos in hip-hop. In this way you can achieve the aim of bringing the reader to a sort of short circuit time, sets his story in an era not well definita.Il our pimp is stroking his knuckles bloody hand, probably ready to launch strikes against the other girl, her eyes are ice and set the angry young woman. On the ground, between the dirty snow, a few notes.

DIDA: For his ungrateful children.

5 / 6: Cartoon elongated and narrow. Frame the brick wall of the alley, where we see torn posters and graffiti. On the wall is deformed and grotesque shadows lengthen the pimp and the girl, the man raised his arm above his head, is about to strike again.


TABLE 3 1 / 2: Cartoon horizontal. We see the raised hand of the pimp, ready to fall on the poor girl. The hand of our hero, however, hangs in the air.

3: Slightly widen and we see our hero with a right-footed strike to the stomach the colossal fur pimp. The hero is resolute and confident as the only unblemished heroes can be. The jelly feeling the pinch.

4: Tighten the shot, this time on the human face of color. Are you receiving a powerful left by our hero: a sketch of a tooth and blood from leaving his mouth open.

5: Sticker stretched vertically to the lower edge of the table. The remaining space is occupied by the cartoons 6, 7 and 8 aligned vertically on each other in the remaining space tavola.Inquadriamo full length our hero. The pimp is at his feet, laboriously and painfully tries to get up: a trickle of saliva and blood from his mouth extends to almost touch the ground. Our hero now has control of the situation: he's leaning one foot between the head and neck and keep it subdued as it parades by a gun under his coat.

6/7/8 juxtaposed vertically one on top, in the remaining space of the table.

6: Detail of the hands of our hero who load the gun.
SOUND EFFECT: CH-CLACK!

7: We see the hand of man stretching his pistol in front of him. Tentatively, the whore stretches her to take the weapon.

8: The gun fell from the hand of man that a little 'uncertain of the girl.

DIDA: I can get up.


TABLE 4 1 / 2: Widen and providing a framework for the entire figures of the three protagonists. Now the girl stood up, but stand up to hard work, because of the beating taken by his patron: he has a gun in his hand, while we see the slightly raised. His clothes are dirty, it looks terrible, but it's clear as day that this is a girl to her bellissima.Davanti we see our hero has his back straight, his eyes serious and proud. His foot still holding down the bloody pimp and now very intimorito.La snow continues to fall.

DIDA: My city is like this girl.

3: Close-up of the girl. Her hair is mussed, makeup around the eyes dissolved in tears, completely smudge her lipstick and a lip wound that makes you get a trickle of blood on his chin. It 's beautiful and sensuous at the same time a little girl and a woman, and pure evil.

DIDA: 's grown too fast.

4: Cut to an overview of the city plunged into the night and snow. The combination of this cartoon should emphasize the comparison with the previous between the girl and the city.

DIDA: He lost his innocence.

5 / 6: Cartoon horizontal and narrow. Close-up of the barrel of the gun is fired.

DIDA: But maybe it can still choose.

SOUND EFFECT: BLAM

7 / 8: Cartoon narrow, completely black.

TABLE 5

vertical table consists of three vignettes.

1: Cartoon bigger than the other two that make up the tavola.Inquadriamo the girl with a smoking gun in his hand. Beside her is her pimp, alive and well. She has supported him on his chest. The enormous amount of protector and seems to wrap the snows: the two seem to form a unique shape. The girl raised her head slightly and point your eyes upwards, towards the man's face. The pimp, however, has slightly lowered his head and is giving a kiss on the forehead of the whore. All around the snow.

DIDA: My city is a beautiful whore.

Pappone: I love you, Cherry.

2: Shot from above, close enough, our hero has fallen in the snow and see the belly of his shoulders and his head turned sideways. Blood from his mouth, stretching out on the snowy ground.
DIDA: As I melt in the white ...

3: The camera moves away from, and we see our hero left to die alone in the alley. His blood (from the mouth and under the belly) stretches on the white ground. The snow continues to fall from above.

DIDA: ... I feel his heart beat faster BLACK.

Note. The word black should be highlighted in the caption, writing it in bold and maybe a bit 'bigger than the other words. So it will also feature the title of the story.

The illustration is by Simone Michelini, taken from the pencils of the tables you have just read.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Can Herpes Make Semen Smell Like Fish

Memoirs of a Black Gauge 9


What speed?
If you ask any physics book will tell you that represents the change of the position of a particle, referring to the time when the change takes place. In other words, the ratio between the distance traveled and time taken to travel. There will also
nice example of the snail, which is located at the point x1 at time t1 and is found later at the point x2 at time t2. But
never be able to describe what the speed is for me. What's my nature and always makes me want to know only once.
pure poetry.
everything happens in a flash: the impact of the striker on the capsule due to the killing of the dog creates a spark that ignited my soul with gunpowder, generating high pressure gas pushing my sleek and stylish metal body to the outside.
toward the target.
While the cart is pushed back by the energy released and brought back in place by a spring to withdraw one of the other, win with grace opposite the friction from the barrel, leaving its imprint on my helical grooves a rotary motion along the ground ' longitudinal axis.
E 'at the moment it ceases to be only a matter of physics and aerodynamics. It appears in all its simplicity, the thrilling evidence of my existence.
I was born to bridge the distance between the point x1 and x2, and only the target can not stop my running. No matter who he is.
A wall chipped.
A rusty tin.
A tinkling glass bottle.
soft, warm flesh.
another target, suddenly come between me and the original target.
The same brain that ordered the hand to pull the trigger. Once launched
down my dish has only bend space and time around my slim body. Getting sick. Flatter. Seduce with concave reflections on my cold skin.
speed is accomplished, exhausted.
And run. Chasing
.
long me no choice but to echo in the air confused.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Foot Fetish Scenes In Films

L ' downside


My editorial number 3 for the Omniverse.

clash desperate happen sooner or later, every self-respecting superhero.
Waking up confused and in pain after a battle to the death with his arch-enemy and discover that they are bound with steel cables ... maybe on a conveyor belt that comes close to threatening a circular saw.
the villain of the moment just wait to see what he has always fulfilled desired.
But, in a moment from the end, the unexpected stop all the bad.
and starts talking. Welcomes its superiority, tells the details of his Machiavellian plan, confides his frustrations.
just a few minutes: just enough to allow the hero to leverage weak ring in the chain that holds him captive.
In time for the grand finale, with bad humiliated and beaten.
course, stopping for a moment before getting really bad.
Because they know that they are two sides of the same coin. The shadow and the body that produces it. Yin and Yang.
And this absurd and wonderful game needs both to continue.

Friday, January 2, 2009

How Long For Bactrim To Leave System

Give me your eyes!


- Well?
She looks at me slyly, looking the last keeper of a shameful secret. Of those that if you insist a bit 'spilled everything.
I do back and forth between her face and pictures in black and white that stretched on the table in the bar. The
recognize almost immediately.
- Mmm ... I have pictures taken with the corpse of Che Guevara.
him, smiling like a weasel.
- This everyone knows. But there is a particular crash.
I think about it over a few seconds.
- The eyes?
- Exactly!
Pam. Fist on the table. The coffee is shaken by a tidal wave. My cappuccino placid holding the stroke.
- The picture of a corpse with open eyes ... Keep it in mind. And now look at this.
Another picture of Che on those slides: a reproduction of the Mona Lisa.
- Now do not tell me that ...
- Sure, the news is unsettling, and is kept secret, but there it is! Other than Lisa Gherardini del Giocondo, wife of Francesco Bartolomeo ... That Paraculo Leonardo portrayed a corpse! On the other hand it is known that he went to death around the hospitals ...
is why it is so fascinating is the end ... we will do all that.
La Gioconda ...
E '.
La.
Death.
E '...
- It' s the biggest crap I've ever heard!
burst out laughing. He picks up his photos and we salute you.
He goes in the opposite direction to mine. I
few steps and I stop. I come back. Within the bar again and go straight to the public telephone. Dial the number of a mobile phone. One ring. Then, on the other hand, only a quiet breath. I, too, remain silent for a few seconds. Then hang up.
I would have preferred not to. But rightly so.
little further on, a man dressed in black sitting at another bar just leaned back on the table when the phone sees the move with a smile from my friend Weasel. The notes
walk for another ten yards and take a side street.
The man in black stands up, puts the phone in your pocket, leave a good tip next to the coffee cup still full, put on his glasses.
Blacks.
E starts to follow.