Bankable Productions.

Bankable Productions

A creation, what was made, 

Manufactured, refined, branded

The process of changing the natural into the staged

Manipulating the raw for a financial gain.

Scream, I want to scream We all are just a little hungry for something to quench our need Just a little afraid the past cannot be separated from the present Should I tell him memories provide safety, memories show things go somewhere? Should I give him the secret? To have presence we must face the memory of our momentary self He will hate how the truth sounds He is embarrassed of who he was Now he can’t relate Hates how he was treated Still hurt and no one will forgive him for slapping High School Sweetheart when she said he was kissing her too hard “Softer, you’re hurting me” And so he did, hurt her, because she thought of the idea first when he was too busy tasting her Nothing feels the same He desires distance The negative is it won’t help him forget The positive is it will help others forget him Then he can start over Be better this time He thinks, he plans, he invents logic But I have my doubts Why want friends when he says he dislikes the energy of the normal world? Stays inside instead studying—WHAT?—Vampire textbooks? The philosophy of drinking blood? I’ll Google when home, place an order on Amazon, study another mind I would like to empathize with.

Tyra eying him entire episode, “Boy you sound crazy” But she is the one becoming crazy

Friday she will bring her “babies” on, models super models, characters acting as super super super models in reality, this phenomenon told to be real I am confused, are all happenings in reality real or is the root being in the larger grander word just a coincidence? Wait, could one of the two be a trick, a joke, and then there will be laughter or a godlike figure talking to me through the backdrop of the sky like in The Truman Show? I think I am on to something Kaufman, influencing “The New Sincerity” in cinema, I will fax you my notes Inspire the film Bergman is not alive to make Generation X this is for you Recognize death as a celebration, a chance to step out of the shadow Take this chance on me It is time us Americans influence first and be resistant to our conditioning Calling all females, Use your tongue to make meaning Never again be ashamed of your name Initials are the tracings of someone more To everyone who communicates, Stop using ink for plot! Stop escaping what we already have! Expose the film to darkness and I swear in time the mind will process the negatives and see light! Make the screen reflect the inside life! Suspend the creative mind, so when the frames roll they play refusing linearity to provoke the pure! We will advance, I see it happening.

“Okay now go, off into real world, make mamma proud, eat veggies or buy pizza and change your career, runs in the genes, now go, bye bye super babies”—Commercial break—then Tyra’s fluttering eyes smiling, glorifying a female who blames her boyfriend for having “brofriends” No this is serious A real romance In a very personal text message he told him that he loved him Something has to be wrong, too many hims! Grammatically incorrect, a fallacy! Someone hose someone down, the set is on fire with laugher Tyra first, then the audience becomes a chorus of hysterics The yawn effect All because they want to be her, do as she, she wanting them to be fans standing in for feeling Hyenas pissing pants, pointing at the two males who god forbid care, feel, aren’t so damn cold, aren’t so damn rock hard Now they are confused Because of this absurd prank? Laughter makes them feel wrong, makes them think “Bad behavior!” Bewitch changed them in a snap Tyra and followers inflating penis Clowns giving kids something to play with.

Eyes will never smile, never blink again 

Because they won’t see or be able to think

Now no longer feeling either.