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Name: Steve
Birthday: 8th July
Occupation: University Student
Location: Stafford

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Sunday, October 30, 2005
Rambles
Haven't wrote on here for a while so I thought I'd write up a quick post. So where am I at? I've just spent 2 fantastic weekends with Rosie, the first being spent in the Lake District with her and her family, was looked after very well, saw some beautiful scenary, although the weather was a bit up and down. Rosie came down to stay and had the family over this weekend for a bit which went really well. Mum definately seemed to appreciate having the female company around, making a change from me and my 3 brothers.

Uni wise, 2 scripts have been completed (which I may post on here another time) and I'm currently preparing for the first shoot in Carlisle in 2 weeks time... blah blah blah yep I think I'll leave it at that for now.

 

posted by Steve @ 9:13 AM |2 comments

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
"Hypnotised by Hurricanes"
A short poem, based on the Columbine shooting:


Hypnotised by Hurricanes

I'm not alone 'cause you're at my side,
Always watching and holding me still.
But more than you, I need a guide,
To calmly listen and help my addiction.

My body's pure, but my mind's a hurricane,
Hypnotised, we're a social contradiction.
Still no-one takes the time to notice us,
Not until we've spilt the blood on history.

No prophet of God could change my mind,
Now we're the new image of columbine.
Quenched by blood and playing God,
We bring our judgement to this world.

Indifference plays no part in this game,
In natures world they all fall the same.
I'm Finally heard, by screaming eyes,
But my silent lips can say it all.

Under Emptiness I can rest my head,
So lonely I stand with my bloody hands.
lover or brother, I don't really care,
Just take me with you, let's end it here.


And a picture to accompany:




 

posted by Steve @ 5:34 AM |0 comments

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Friday, October 07, 2005
5 minute Film Premise
*unsuitable for cat lovers*

A young man is driving home, having just finished an evening shift. Driving at a slightly faster speed than usual, through a relatively posh, residential area of his town, the young man is apprehensive to get home. As the car builds up speed there is a sudden “thud” on his car bumper accompanied by a screeching noise. Momentarily panicked by the noise, he pulls his car over and walks back to see what he’d hit.

He sees a cat lying motionless in the road behind his car and breaths a sigh of relieve, thankful it was not a young child. He decides that the best course of action is to verify it’s dead and move it to the side of the road, so he can be on his way. Looking around for an object for the job he remembers the steering wheel, security lock on the back seat.

Taking the steering wheel lock from the car he proceeds towards the cat. Slightly sickened by what he’s about to do he looks away at the moment of impact, as he swings the lock firmly onto the cat. Assured that he has made the right decision, opposed to leaving it suffering, he picks up the cats carcass and drops it in the nearby bush and continues on his journey home.

After being home for about 30 minutes, there's a knock on his front door from a policewoman, saying that someone had reported his number plate after seeing him viciously, beat a cat to death in the street. Embarrassed at how the situation had been interpreted by the onlookers, he explains to the policewoman how he had hit a cat and wanted to be sure it was out of any pain and misery it might have been in.

The policewoman asks to validate his story and have a look at his car bumper where the impact of the cat should have left some sort of mark. Taking the policewoman round to his car she bends over to have a look at the bonnet she feels around underneath the car. Swinging around to give the man a confused look she pulls out another cat that had been wedged underneath the car from the collision earlier that night. The shock hits the young man that he had not only hit a cat that night but killed a perfectly well, sleeping cat that happened to be lying calmly at the side of the road until meeting it’s unfortunate fate.

 

posted by Steve @ 6:13 AM |2 comments

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Monday, October 03, 2005
Poems, Prayers and Promises
Well I thought I'd write a quick post, as I'm feeling happy. Uni's got into full swing now and I've got 3 films to make, which is gonna be great fun (I'll be posting premises and storyboard sketches most likely over the next few weeks). Going to Newcastle this coming weekend to stay at a friends house and to top it all off I've just spent a fantastic weekend at Rosies'. It's amazing how bright everything else around you can look when you have someone special to share your passion and experiences with. On that note I'm going to leave you with some of my favourite lyrics:

"Talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday
And what about tomorrow
And what about our dreams
And all the memories that we share."
- John Denver

 

posted by Steve @ 9:55 AM |1 comments

 

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