today in the studio: June 7th, 2022

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Time in the studio felt small today and I do not like that. I look at my feet in this short quiet moment and wonder how far can they take me.

a new poem: “A Dress Code for Words” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

Which words are falsely dressed as fear?

Covered in coats spun from pain, misunderstanding, and rejection

freely provided by my own interior designs.

Labyrinths and fun house mirror started by another but self-finished.

My awareness has a dress code it turns out.

The words dislike these new wardrobes.

They struggle against the ill-fitting fabrics.

Most will tire and comply, behaving in new ways.

But a few, a gift-to-all few, will pop the buttons and rip the seams.

Casting off their coats, their nakedness startles me.

Reminds me.

The world is beautiful and I sometimes forget.

a new poem: “Intiation” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

When I asked for initiation,

I did not know the price to pay

You reached out and broke my hand 

claiming sorry, it was the only way. 

To discard what I could not hold. 

To discard what I could not say. 

Honestly, I thought you hated me

for taking everything I knew away. 

Maybe you knew this and hesitated.

Still you struck.

Aware that without the loss, the pain,

I’d never choose redirection. 

a new poem: “Crocodiles” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

Crocodile, Crocodile

face full of leather, skin like a suitcase

Crocodile, Crocodile

You say you need me when I step out the door

Yet, when I return you are only awkward smiles.

Crocodile, Crocodile

Do you realize I need more?

a new painting: “One Behind Another” by Thomas Typewriter

paintings
“One Behind Another” by Thomas Typewriter (watercolor and gesso on two stretched canvas panels)

a new poem: “Rain Clouds” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

Rain clouds have come to stay

and my penis refuses to play.

I ask him to rise, to stir, to stay awake, to just plain obey.

He merely responds, “Not today.”

“There is something about the sky’s grey

that compels me to fade away.

No matter what you do. No matter what you say.”

today in the studio: May 23rd, 2022

today in the studio

new script: “The Great Works Project: Season 4, Episode 7” by Thomas Typewriter

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 04, Episode 07

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2022 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK

From the bottom center of the screen scrolls up the following text: “04-07”. It continues upward, pausing briefly in the center then exits off the top of the frame.

FADE OUT
FADE IN

INT. Y-MOUSE’S APARTMENT’S DUAL LIVING ROOM-KITCHEN

MS OF COUCH

Open back in Y-Mouse’s apartment with a different view than previously. A wicker couch with cushions decorated in palm tree designs. The walls have various pictures and decorations of a tropical island or tiki lounge motif. The couch itself is set next to a wall, with the wall being on the stage-left side of the couch. A small window above the armrest lets in light. A faint purple blinking glow pulses from under the couch.

DISSOLVE TO CS OF CASE UNDER THE COUCH

A large suitcase sits under the couch. From where the two halves join a purple light bleeds out. The suitcase has two circular handles bent with one up and one down. They along with the seam make the appearance of a circle bisected horizontally by a line. The purple light pulses from dim to bright, dim to bright, dim to bright.

DISSOLVE TO CS OF FROM INSIDE THE CASE LOOKING AT THE CONTENTS

The inside of the case is filled with a foam tray containing two rows of four slots. Each slot has a slice of polished Agate. These would be Memory-stones. Each slice is a different color: Red, Blue, Yellow, Orange, Green, Purple, Black, and White. The purple stone is glowing.

DISSOLVE TO XCS OF PURPLE STONE

The purple stones brightness fills the screen giving everything a purplish tint. Inside the middle of the stone when it glows brightest, we can just make out Thomas Typewriter’s Apartment.

TRANSITION FROM THE STONES TO THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT

ZOOM IN ON CENTER BRIGHTNESS

FADE TO THE IMAGE IN THE MEMORY-STONE WHILE ALSO REDUCING THE PURPLISH TINT.

INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT’S LIVING ROOM

A small couch sits in front of a long bookcase just off center stage-left. A door stands behind the bookcase. Various impressionist paintings hang on the wall near the door. Off center stage-right a smaller bookcase stands at a skew to the stage-front. It is topped in various sized houseplants. The door opens and THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters. He flips a light switch, and the stage lights turn on with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON. Thomas walks around the bookcase and across the center stage, exiting stage-left.
From off-stage a bathroom light turns on, casting a soft glow on stage. The sound of RUNNING WATER and then the light turns off. Thomas reenters and walks across stage, turning off the living room’s lights and the stage-lights, before exiting stage-left. The stage stands silent as Thomas goes to bed off-screen. After a moment Thomas can be heard TOSSING IN BED.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(off-screen and ghostly) “You can work for me. You can work for me. You can work for me.”

Thomas re-enters stage-right. Unable to sleep, he paces back and forth. Finally he walks over to the light switch and turns the lights on. The stage-lights go on. He then walks over to the smaller bookcase and pulls out a notepad and pencil. Thomas starts to write.

CUT TO CS OF THE NOTEPAD

Thomas draws a line down the center, then a line across the top. On one side of the top he writes: “Reasons to work with Ophidia”. On the other side he writes: “Reasons not to work for Ophidia”.

CUT BACK

Thomas starts writing and writing. He slides down to sitting on the floor and writing. The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-stage curtains close.

FADE OUT

a new poem: “Hamburgers and Hot Dogs” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

Hamburgers

Ketchup

Mustard sauce

What do you want on your hot dog?

a new poem: “Tears” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

For your tears I listen and I wait.

Do they know your beauty? Your grace?

Do they know of your love? Your hate?

Do they know what was said in that place?

Between two who could not be one,

but instead desired being none.