The late David Lynch was a huge inspiration to many of us.
It was a nice day for a picnic. You brought pie, I brought a shovel.
Guy Cramer. Hi again. I've added yours to the list. I love it. Please let me know if you'd like to add a title.
I looked into her mind and picked her secrets like bugs until we became one.
Life is the Perfect Drug
On evil highways, the dream of love awakens us, then puts us back to sleep.
He ordered his usual. She set the coffee down, threw the pie in his face.
I arrive at the party plain Catherine, leave knowing I will be the Log Lady.
The dwarf covers his eyes, peeking through fingers, glimpses of pie and friendship lost anew.
I hand him a phone and tell him to call me
I answer, somewhere else. No sense: art. Experience first, meaning second. I never hung up.
The Drummer from Devo Confronts David Lynch in Heaven
Are we not men? he asks.
I am not an animal. I am a man.
Like this?
(spreading blueberry pie filling over his eyelids)
Can't see where I'm going.
Perfect.
The door creaks slowly open.
She spills her coffee.
Blue Velvet is on the radio.
Title: The Sequel
Waiting at heavenly gates, Laura Palmer waves. He enters, bows, and hands her a script.
Am I dreaming? I swear I just saw David Bowie walk into that police station…
Dorothy’s Oz Sequel: A heavy-metal tornado of a desperate, dark love story. Sailor dwarfed Elvis. (15 words!!!)
She saw him at Winkie's—pie, shadow, and dwarf—erasing her, piece by disappearing piece.
"The Threat of Fatherhood"
Her spread legs. What monsters will escape them in a rush of blood and tissue?
I was meeting her father...who knew. But he wanted to hear it from me.
[ERASERHEAD]
It was a nice day for a picnic. You brought pie, I brought a shovel.
Guy Cramer. Hi again. I've added yours to the list. I love it. Please let me know if you'd like to add a title.
I looked into her mind and picked her secrets like bugs until we became one.
Life is the Perfect Drug
On evil highways, the dream of love awakens us, then puts us back to sleep.
He ordered his usual. She set the coffee down, threw the pie in his face.
I arrive at the party plain Catherine, leave knowing I will be the Log Lady.
The dwarf covers his eyes, peeking through fingers, glimpses of pie and friendship lost anew.
I hand him a phone and tell him to call me
I answer, somewhere else. No sense: art. Experience first, meaning second. I never hung up.
The Drummer from Devo Confronts David Lynch in Heaven
Are we not men? he asks.
I am not an animal. I am a man.
Like this?
(spreading blueberry pie filling over his eyelids)
Can't see where I'm going.
Perfect.
The door creaks slowly open.
She spills her coffee.
Blue Velvet is on the radio.
Title: The Sequel
Waiting at heavenly gates, Laura Palmer waves. He enters, bows, and hands her a script.
Am I dreaming? I swear I just saw David Bowie walk into that police station…
Dorothy’s Oz Sequel: A heavy-metal tornado of a desperate, dark love story. Sailor dwarfed Elvis. (15 words!!!)
She saw him at Winkie's—pie, shadow, and dwarf—erasing her, piece by disappearing piece.
"The Threat of Fatherhood"
Her spread legs. What monsters will escape them in a rush of blood and tissue?
I was meeting her father...who knew. But he wanted to hear it from me.
[ERASERHEAD]