Gorescalator

Dreamed I got a security job at an airport.  Walking a patrol, I saw a guy with his head ground into an escalator, just a body with shoulders disappearing into the bottom of the escalator like the head got sucked through it.  As I kept going I could see chunks of bodies and blood everywhere like there was a mass shooting that basically jibbed people.

The elevators would only open halfway and people I haven’t seen for years were there, trying to get on but not trusting the machines to be safe.  By the time I got to the bottom floor, I was involved in some kind of superhero fight.  There was a guy with identical powers on each side, specifically the ability to become an incorporeal freezing mist, and use cold and telekinesis powers.

I was one of them and for some reason we required a corporeal hand to make our powers work.  This could be somebody else’s hand, and they didn’t have to be alive, so we were alternating between fighting over possession of a living host that had been knocked out, or taking a random hand from the human jib pile.

I don’t remember much else about the dream, such as who won that fight.  Might have just ended before the plot concluded, with waking up.  Usually my goriest dreams come right before waking – I think my body is telling me to wake up, rudely.

More recently had on of those turbo dreams interrupted by alarm.  Something was taking over the world with giant flowers and i had to run away from these lady bounty hunters.  Or get smokes for my dad.  Man I wish I could be sleeping.

Life List: Barn Swallow

Yet another species with intercontinental distribution, depending on how you define species, barn swallows are the easiest swallows to meet.  They feed low to the ground, favoring open fields like mowed parks, school grounds, golf courses, and graveyards.  This is how I see them where I live; probably they have more natural circumstances in more rustic areas.  Swallows take insect prey in flight without even slowing down, flapping and whooshing everywhere at extreme speeds.  Their mouths are huge, open like a windsock when they suck down the bugs.

As common as they are, they are very beautiful – one of the stereotypical tattoos of hipsters for years.  There are color variations, but mostly they have orange bellies and iridescent blue on top.  I’ve only ever seen them sitting still at a considerable distance, drinking from a mud puddle at Point Defiance Zoo, or resting on the streetlamp in front of my condo.

Seeing them in flight, on the other hand?  Real easy to do.  It seems swallows partition their niches in part by elevation, and barn swallows feeding closest to the ground, you’re not unlikely to run into them.  My husband told me that when he was very young, about seven or eight, a boy in his school accidentally kicked one.  It survived, but that couldn’t feel great.

They do it to themselves.  For some reason they are daredevils, intentionally flying in front of cars and bicycles and humans.  This might be why they like cemeteries – the obstacle course – and moving obstacles are so much the better for demonstrating their agility.  …Or they are trying to eat the bugs that are stirred up in front of us.

The first place I took special note of them was at Game Farm Park in Auburn, years before my current interest in birds began.  They also made an impression at my husband’s uncle’s funeral, zipping through headstones.  And once I saw a few in actual barn territory, when I went to rural Kansas for my brother’s wedding.  His father-in-law took us out to some scratchy fields to look at dilapidated barns that had been in the family since colonial days.

Barn swallows?  In my barn?  It’s more likely than you think.

Still at It, Unfortunately

Last November in novel-writing month, I had intended to write a Thriller in the Dan Brown-Tom Clancy-John Grisham mold, and ended up spending the whole month just doing prep work, barely doing any writing.  This looks to be a repeat performance, and that’s really chappin’ my hide.  I’m just too bombed-out mentally, too much wild shit going on in the world, never getting enough sleep.  But I gotta go fast, like the blue hedge mans.

So I got 69 super short scenes (nice) in rough chronological here, some that are wretched little stubs slipped in because I thought a given character could use a checkin at that point in the story, whether they have anything to do or not.  So as I try to elaborate, I’ll try to justify those scenes.  Also, this is another “post in progress” that I’ll edit more content into as I keep thinking about shit.

First thing I’m going to do tho is think about the qualities I most want a given scene to possess – mystery, horror, passion, humor, or a combination.

I feel like there’s still some things I gotta nail down better before I get into more specific ideas for these scenes.  Let’s see…

Tunnel time, tunnel time…  Silent Hill‘s dark world, the building at the climax of Cure, the wall those guys were crawling through in the first Matrix movie, the labyrinth in Hellraiser II…  I’m not explicitly trying to be David Lynch here so it can be more overtly supernatural, but I would much prefer reading as surreal than fantasy, so how to make it feel like that?  It can be like the environments in my dreams with huge amounts of tiny detail, incongruities like corners not meeting the way they’re supposed to, places you can pass through a wall where you really should not be able to…

Surrealism feels strongest when there’s some kind of emotional reality being spoken to by the imagery on display.  What is the emotional reality?  There are places you aren’t allowed to go, where people do things you aren’t allowed to do, or to see.  The Pentagon, the Teacher’s Lounge, the other rooms at the hospital…  What does it mean to get in there?  Life is dangerous.  You might get caught.  It’s wrong and bad.  Get out.  What if you don’t?  Does that mean you become one of them?  The people who know?  The Illuminati?  Does that inherently and inevitably change you, like wealth does in all the Russian folklore?  Where a reasonable main character finds riches and becomes an asshole?

A sense could build over time that it is making him more like them.  How?  I was thinking the emotional nadir for Matthew would be when Hyun-woo calls attention to the unflattering reality of the situation – Matthew is, on a level not even all that deep, using Hyun-woo’s family tragedy to snare him romantically.  That moment leads directly into a scene where the two are invited to the Bacchanal – invited to be where the monster men are.  They see each other across the room and Hyun-woo is looking like a human in a room of beasts, Matthew imagines himself in that stare to be one of the creeps.  I dunno…  Wait, I was talking about the tunnels.

I guess it could move in stages.  Things that are at first hostile to him become welcoming, or deferent.  Like cockroaches moving away from his touch.  Maybe the feeling of mold in his lungs becomes minty fresh.  Better at seeing in the dark?  Certainly just getting used to the layout of some weird in-between places could be symbolically on a grade to becoming a morlock.

Every other floor in the building is a fake floor, part of the tunnels.  If it was architecturally sensible, they’d be full of unused units that have the same layout as the ones above and below – being designed around the same load-bearing elements.  But it ain’t, so what are those rooms like?  They have windows, maybe even balconies.  Maybe on some floors the windows from one side of the building are part of a long thin structure running all the way through the level to  the window on the other side – empty and bright tunnels one can glimpse through cracks but not get inside of, crawling over or under them like a rodent.

I could use the idea of unreal geography to make the interstitial spaces whatever I like, but I kinda lean toward having them be possible.  You need a way to get from one side of the central hall to the other without passing through it, and the in-between floors can help with that.  He first enters the secret tunnels in the basement/first floorish area.  In the “mansion” end where Freddy dwells, the floor was taken out between 1st and basement to allow for taller ceilings.  Those rooms have to be accessed by going down short stairwells.  The design means much of the basement is intruded on by tall-ceiling rooms, and those rooms can in turn intrude on the basement.  Most will have alcoves or closets that reach into basement territory.  But what is left of the basement?  Coming into it from a different angle gives one the expected things – a boiler room, some utility and storage spaces – but those have concealed entrances to the tunnels.

The interstitial space in the basement doesn’t have to be as weirdly shaped as on the first floor…  Eh, this is enough thought on that for now.  What else do I need to put some more thought into..?

I feel like I already began to put in some thought on this but I don’t remember the results, if any.  In thinking about the tools Lynch used to create a sense of mystery or the surreal, I thought about his use of repeated names, and changing identities as a recurring theme in his oeuvre.  I’m not trying to come up with a grand unified thing for my entire output on the fly – possibly that is something that will emerge on its own – but that may be useful within this project.

All that angel guff was meant to be something that goes unexplained to the reader, to create a sense there is something supernatural afoot, but you don’t get to know exactly what it is.  Part of the reason I say these articles are spoilery if you thought you were going to read this shit – I’m giving more away than I intend to in the final product.  But what could be recurring themes that provoke a sense of mystery?  Anything derived from said angel guff?  The animal souls theme?

Again circles me back to my question of what I will actually show on the page.  Vexatious as hell, but maybe I’m a tiny bit closer now.  I’ve decided, I think, that in addition to looking through holes and cracks that are not visible in the “real world,” if you pass into that world by any means besides your original point of entry, you’re in an alternate reality with more symbolic things happening.  Matthew uses this to free an angel from bondage, that helps defeat Dexter and liberate Yolanda.  But what the hell does that look like?

This could connect back to my Rent is Theft universe.  Most of you wouldn’t have read that.  All of you?  It exists in a place, I’m not linking it here right now.  Second draft will have some huge changes, so I’m a lil shy about it.  But that features a modern apartment building that shows allergy symptoms, sneezing somebody’s bed out the window, insect men in trenchcoats that try to evict the characters, and people hiding a secret slowly transforming into yokai.

All that was surreal expression of the central theme of the book.  The world is built for property law and we’re just living in it.  Capitalism is allergic to us and will ultimately zap us with its antibodies.  We don’t belong here.

This world isn’t like that exactly.  The themes aren’t exactly that.  This housing project is a real thing, with an existence greater than the laws that allow low- to no- income people to live in it.  Like, if civilization ended, people would still be allowed to live in it – because they’re the food to the freaky creeps that lurk there.  The box, the trap.

What people do in their waking lives is all just nonsense that justifies the metaphysical reality of being trapped in the box.  So if there’s something related to work or commerce or anything outside the building, it would appear as fake, just toys.  Monopoly money.  Crude drawings a grandma in lieu of photographs – as far as this box is concerned, if she don’t live here, she isn’t real.

It would make sense for the angels to appear in their natural forms in the spirit vision, but that’s giving away the game too much.  What would they look like, and why?  If humans’ appearance betrays their animal soul, then angels could just look like humans – ironically appearing less monstrous than the actual humans, when viewed thru the cracks.  I like that well enough.

Maybe when they die they could assume their angelic form for a moment, before being digested by the building itself.  Dexter becomes a horse-thing, The Disease a giant snake – and then both just sucked up into floors or walls.

Alright, that’s something.  What else haven’t I considered well enough yet?  I need a good maguffin for The Shipment subplot.  Anime porn?  Cuban cigars?  What is this contraband?  Could it connect to Freddy’s secret vice in the Puss in Boots story, whenever I get around to writing that?

Maybe…  I dunno.  I used to work IRL in a place where I’d log deliveries to a shitty billionaire, but never saw the contents of those deliveries – just mid-size unmarked white trucks, destined for a freight elevator.  Were they driving rare animals past me, so he could kill them for sexual pleasure?  Trafficked humans?  Piles of drugs?  Medieval entertainers like jesters, mummers, and tumblers?  I got no idea, but I thought about it sometimes.  Odds are it wasn’t anything too wild because the possibility a security guard would glimpse it on camera, and fink on the robber baron.  But who knows?

It’s gotta be something for sale, to other clients – not something just for the consumption of our mobbish angels.  What would be fun?  Lab-grown jewels with counterfeit certification of blood mine value?  Bootleg disney films?  Hm… I like that, but that’s not how bootlegging works anymore.  Might be funny if the dudes didn’t know that, but find out later on…  I do like that.  It does create the issue that the reader may wonder if I’m a fool, and then feel kinda cheap later on, like really?  That was the big yuk?  I dunno.  I still think it’s kinda funny.  Plus I hate disney.

Alright.  That’s good.  What else…

What is Bonnie’s thing?  How, after losing connect with the mob princess, does she have the ability to score an invite to Bacchanal?  She must have a job for Freddy’s mob.  Dunno what.  A teenage informant isn’t good for much.  I’m not being enough of an edgelord to have child prostitution in this, tho sadly I’m sure it’s not at all unusual in situations most similar to this IRL.  Let’s say Bonnie… sells… stuff… She can be selling stuff to the ravens; that’s what she’ll do in the earlier scene with them.  In terms of the kids in this story, Lupe Bonnie & the Ravens are all about the same age; Yolanda is much younger, if not quite as baby as Eun-ha.

The apple of life!  Something the ravens give to Matthew that helps him get the love of Hyun-woo.  In the original story the snake-eatin’ boy got the apple of life and used it to impress the princess.  The story kinda calls for Hyun-woo to fuck off here, so it explicitly can’t reward him in that way at that point in the plot.  Maybe it just helps save him.

An epi-pen?  Adrenalin?  Does Hyun-woo have allergies?  I think adrenalin.  Might be funny.  I’d need to research if that bullshit from Pulp Fiction was real.  Does it have to go thru the sternum?  If you got stabbed in the heart thru the sternum, wouldn’t removing the needle cause you to bleed out?  Or get a weird infection, or I don’t know.

Gotta figure out the flavor on my Blue Velvety gangster weirdos.  I wrote a lil about them elsewhere.  What are they like in human form?  What can make them feel distinctive?  Freddy is inspired by the emcee from Tales From the Hood, so that’s easy enough.  Armando is in some ways the stereotypical latin villain, so I could reach for Robert Davi.  Probably best to not get too racistical in my depictuals.  The gangsters should be fuckers tho, it just has to be.  This is the loan shark.  Loves folding money.  I just typed monkey before correcting myself, jesus.  Hey, he could fold monkey too.

I could just cast them, for cheap visuals and voices.  Who’s latin?  Jimmy Smits?  Benjamin Bratt?  Cheech Marin?  Freddy Prinze Jr.?  Ricardo Montalban?  That Prince Valiant dude from No Country?  God I’m old.  How about Dario?  Giancarlo Esposito?  And Don?  Maybe Keith David?  Sam Jackson?

Maybe I should rethink these gangsters a lil to get another lady character in there?  …Naw, there’s reasons for that.  Srsly I should put a pin in these guys.  Stick ’em in a butterfly case.  Who’s who?  Need to have some guys who would be funny and/or scary to see interacting.  Would it be too obvious to have guys inspired by the cast of Seinfeld?  Nick Riviera from the Simpsons?  My fuckin imagination is so broken right now i’m dyin’…

They need to be funny and edgy and entertaining, in some kind of order.  Maybe I can think of amusing vices or elements and kinda mash em up.  Like, let’s say… this guy does this kind of drugs and makes those kind of threats and has that kind of demeanor…  It’s all math at the end of the day, and I got dyscalculia’d by exhaustion.  Lemme see…

Freddy:  played by Clarence Williams III, luxuriating in his authority, king of the world, quirks by way of David Lee Roth.
Dario:  played by Giancarlo Esposito, hustling contraband, aggrieved and paranoid, quirks by way of Mentat Dourif.
Armando:  played by Benicio del Toro, scheming all the dollars, loansharking, quirks by way of David Lynch?
Don:  played by Sam Jackson?, bullying people about their appearance, sadism, quirks by way of Kenneth Anger tops?

Freddy has more charisma than Clarence, Dario has less charisma than Giancarlo, Don is more subtle than Sam, but this is some kinda foundation.  Resist the urge to make Armando into the dude from Usual Suspects.  When they’re rocking out at the bacchanal, what is an unimaginable good time to them?  What terrifying nonsense could thrill monster men?

Doing drugs and juggling knives?  Naked crossword puzzles?  Smoking money?  Swallowing small animals whole?  Smoking drugs out of faberge eggs?  Lucha libre?  Weird porn?  Stag reels?  Filming weird porn?  Indoor skateboarding?  Terrorizing normies that were invited specifically to get messed with?  Playing dress-up?  Reading 18th century gothic horror in French?  Fake religious ceremonies?  Bohemian grove shit?  Electrocuting each other?  Taser fights?

Not there yet.  Seriously, so busted tonight, mentally deflated like my tires ran over one of those police spike strips.  Rare alcohol mixed with kiddie beverages like nesquick?  Truth or Dare?  Strip poker?  Nick at Night?  Discourse about children’s cartoons?  Making seventy year old hookers armwrestle?  Fight club?  Not talking about fight club?  Karaoke?  Playing in a punk band?  A goth band?  A pop band?  Like, some NKotB type shit for senior citizens.  They should try to outdo each other singing It’s so Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday by Boyz II Men.

Mumblety-peg.  Bowling.  Ping-pong.  Bible study.  Horse fancy.  Betting on legislation.  Wine tasting.  Blood tasting.  The dozens.  Slam poetry.  Competitive lego.  Candyland.  Trading comics.  Trading baseball cards.  Trading sex partners.  Crypto rug pulls.  Amway.  Dianetics.  Exotic reptile fancy.  Chuchu RocketMonster Rancher.  Ukelele.  Square dancing.  Lambada, the Forbidden Dance™.

Competitive eating.  Daring each other to eat gross stuff.  Art criticism.  Movie heckling.  Inserting their fingers into each other’s eye sockets as a social test.  Sharing needles.  Smoking banana peels.  BDSM.  Fursuits.  Rhythm games.  Crossbow practice.  Potato guns.  That thing where you put dry ice in an empty 2-liter bottle of pop.  Dubious supplements.  Exquisite corpse.  Turing tests.  Voight-Kampff tests.  Pregnancy tests.  Circus geek tricks.  That Mr. Lifto shit.

Quickdraw competition with live ammo.  Scattergories.  Brujeria.  Dominos.  Competitive cooking.  Reenacting scenes from favorite movies.  Getting maudlin and confessing deep dark fears or desires that don’t make sense.  Ghost stories.  Trying to write novels in really short amounts of time.  Buying out corrupt democracies and burning the infrastructure to ash to make themselves nominally richer.  Debating evilutionists on youtube.  Pwning the libs.  Talking in tongues.  I don’t love any of this.  Feel free to add suggestions below.

What’s Matthew’s disability?  Depression with suicidal occurrences seems the easiest, like, getting approved for conditions that don’t involve knives seems less likely to happen.  How realistic then is it to not have him get depressed in a bad way during the story?  Of course the story does include an element of his disability benefits being inconsistent and unreliable, so maybe it isn’t anything that dire.  It is one of the easier ones to imagine / write for, with my dark streak.

There’s social stuff, but the plot hinges on him doing a fuckin’ lot of socially challenging things, and I’d hate to say he has that while representing him having none of those difficulties.  So that’s out.  I don’t think I’d do justice to depicting Tourette’s or OCD.  My husband thinks I might have a touch of the ’tism but no way.  I’m so normal y’all don’t even know.

Depression.  Like the stress is pushing him toward an episode but also keeping him too tense to feel the low come on.  A mixed state?  We all wonder sometimes with invisible disabilities, is this an actual biological impairment, or a situational thing, that a person could overcome with the right advantages or aid?  Like, is he depressed because life is depressing, or because his brain does something specific and sad with the depressingness, chemicologicalocally speakin’.  I do think it’s very well established that neurology is a factor in depression, but that experiential bias is strong.  I’d be depressed too if that was me.  Right?

I was at the doctor recently and now, for some reason, they’re required to do “behavioral screening” on any given visit – do you feel like you can’t stop worrying, like you can’t enjoy things, etc… And I’m like, “within understandable limits given the geopolitical realities of the day?”  It’s a bad joke.  Life during wartime, baby.  Stop making sense.

God, as I’m trying to think right now I just have Unholy by KissSam Smith and Kim Petras in my head so bad.  Bobby don’t know it’s a shoddy bop, get your body rocked, doin’ somethin’ unwholesome…  Life as a creative person.  The drive to create, the vexation of working close to the limits of your cognition.  I guess stemmy kids get that last part too.  The first part only if they’re mad scientists.  Hey that’s ableist.  Let’s say creative scientists.

Remember that cover of Sympathy for the Devil at the end credits of Interview with the Vampire?  That hit me nearly as bad as the Kashmir sampled P Diddy rap at the end of Godzilla (the bad one).  Like, Axl Rose doing spoken word rap, on some Kurtis Blow shit.  Pwease awwow me to intwoduce mysewf.  Unbelievable.  That song might improve before it’s over but I wouldn’t know because I couldn’t get there.  I roflmao’d until daed.

Oh yeah, depression.  Matthew.  Just thinking about it depresses me, haha.  Guess that means I’m doing it right?  To the question, what kind of person is he?, in light of depression the first thing that came to mind was “standup comic.”  But at the moment, burned-out internet funnyman would be more appropriate.  Lessay he ran a twitter called dipshitcycle and had some tweets about the Twilight movies go viral, kept it up for as long as he could, but ran out of funny.  Then another wild child was brung to the ghet-to.

So personality like… Quiet guy, hangs back, but known to drop a sick burn or a quirky observation, changes the subject if you laugh at it.

Back to tunnel time for a moment.  As many such unspecified scenes as I’ve plugged in, I oughtta come up with a list of freaky / creepy things that can happen in there.  It can have things he saw through the peepholes, things he saw through the cracks, things he had to dodge in the tunnels themselves.

Peepholes:  Where you can see the world as it usually appears.
Sex Stuff.  Gotta see people gettin busy or masturbatin’.  Feel weird about it.
…had a specific idea for a masturbator.  A very hirsute person with a big nose in makeup and lingerie.  Not to be mocked by this voice of the universe, but to make Matthew feel some type of way.
Abuse.  Must see people being mistreated, but as a bug on the wall, what can one do about it?
Crime.  Will see people doing illegal things; raises the possibility of ratting them out or blackmail.  But no, he’d never.
Nothing.  Most of the time you look in a random room during the day, there’ll be nothing and nobody in it.  Or if somebody’s there, they will be doing nothing.

Cracks:  If you look back the way you came in, the world looks normal.  If you look out through these cracks in places where you have not come in, they look freaky / spirit vision style.
What does it all mean?  As I said before, the view through these should be a world of visual metaphor for what’s actually happening therein.  So a person who is reading a bunch of trashy romance novels could have every book on their wall feature the same cover, with fancy calligraphic text spelling “(Their Name)’s Genitals.”
Animal Souls.  People will appear as animals or hybrid creatures through the cracks.
Angels.  They appear as people, falsely.
Stranger Activities.  People doing the metaphorical version of what’s going on in their life.  Taking all the coins out of a piggy bank and putting them back in again.
What do things of actual significance and value look like?  Glowing with gold?  Naw, too magic.  Brightly colored?  Clean, in a world where most things are dirty?

The Tunnels:  It’s the spirit world, the bowels of an angel, and where creepy things can happen.
What it seems:  Why secret floors?  Just how much of this building is dedicated to organized crime?  Voyeurism?
Ain’t what it seems:  Why aren’t the peepholes visible from the other side of the wall?  What the hell is going on with the cracks, where the world on the other side doesn’t look right?
Hiding in a corner:  he can’t leave without walking past some weirdos doing a sex act.  Has to wait for their orgasm to escape.
Seeing the mob dudes:  moving merchandise thru the halls, having to duck from them.
Secret rooms:  Rooms that exist on the interstitial floors – what is inside them?  Is that where The Disease’s room is?
Lair of the White Worm:  Yeah, he sees the Disease’s room before he comes to understand its significance.
Animal Encounters:  Eun-ha, the Disease in snake form, the Monkey, roaches.

Those ideas weren’t specific enough, mostly.  Gotta try harder next time.

Off-topic but something I want to remember for future reference:  My husband has been trying to write something in the style of David Lynch, and while this project has been very influenced by that, it’s still very much the sort of bullshit I’ve been doing since I first started writing novels.  We had some discussion on this, and for him the genesis of that project was a few short ideas added together.  One was a portentous sentence from a Lynch film, one was a spooky short sentence he had come up with, and one was a Lynchian thing from IRL he had found out about on the interwebs.  I think, to get a good concept going for that sort of project, that might be a good formula.  One plus one plus one.  See if I ever remember this lol.

Anything else?  No?  Fuck it, let’s do…

THE SCENES

01 Matthew I:  Getting ready for work, sees Eun-ha.  Mystery, Passion.  The passion here should be just a sense of his life feeling overwhelming, maybe an idea about his benefits, something that explains the crime job, but mostly to show it ain’t easy doing nothing for a living.  Of course the mystery of Eun-ha, and maybe some hinting about his day job, something to tickle tha ballz about it.
The hold music plays.  Gets up, goes to window, rests face there, sees girl, does other things, comes back, sees she isn’t there, phone picks up.  I didn’t get the letter.  I don’t have time for this right now.  Got a job?  Gotta go suck my landlord’s dick, if you wanna know.  Considers getting collared shirt on, shaving, gives up.  Goes thru project halls with weird luniz everywhere.
These scenes gotta be capsules that deliver the feeling and the point.  The mysteries – why girl there, what happened to her.  is he really gonna suck the landlord’s dick?  The passion – doesn’t want to do anything but has no choice.  Shit is depressing.  Bring the depression and frustration through description of the environment – not like, this is the environment of a depressed person, a depression nest, just that the environment or other details communicate a feeling that is depressing?  I dunno.  Might be a good place to drop a hint about the cracks later.
What feels like depression, the way the lavish detail in The Bloody Chamber‘s posh environments spoke to lush and sinister decadence, to a end of innocence, to being trapped in cloying darkness on the edge of annihilation?  There was a sense of movement in Carter’s writing, and in mine this could be the movement of pacing around your own mausoleum, aggravated by a world that won’t let you stay dead, won’t let you rest in peace.

02 Matthew II, Freddy I, Armando I, Don I, Dario I, The Disease I, Lupe I:  Scared by mobsters outside their party.  Mystery, Horror, Humor.  Blue Velvet didn’t jump straight to its weirdos but I’m kinda jumping straight to mine.  Establishing the mansion and its inhabitants and guests – almost all angels, all weird as balls.  They should all be saying things that disturb or provoke bad imagination. Maybe Matthew has to go through a series of gates to get to where he can do his job – getting let into the mansion, having to do unexpected jobs along the way, getting free of those guys to get to the office area, where he can debug excel spreadsheets for villainy.  I had the idea all mob stuff is written in a code he can’t decipher, some wacky lingo.
Mystery is plain enough – Matthew doesn’t know why they’re weird or what they’re doing.  Horror should come from menace and maybe social horror – who knows what wild party people are going to do?  Somebody must wave a gun in the air at some point.  Humor – hopefully weird weirdos bring humor on their own.  So… I don’t need to put much thought into how to emphasize these things.
Maybe the humor tho.  That isn’t always easy to write.  A lot of failed attempts in the collective output of hollyweird, that’s fa damn sure.  Gotta have a setup for it.  Situation comedy.  Matthew needs to check in with Freddy every day but Freddy is impossible to get to because he’s being the host with the most.  You’re not allowed in there.  Can’t very well wait until the party is over, you’re on the clock.  But you gotta wait.  But don’t wait.  Move it.  Where do you think you’re going?
He’s hanging loose in some kind of antechamber.  A guard is easily swayed by the underbosses that pass through, which is why he keeps contradicting himself about what Matthew should be doing.  Lupe almost seems like she could bail him out but doesn’t.  The Disease has feathers around his mouth like he ate a bird raw.  At last the boss man lets him go get to the computer.

03 Matthew III:  Tech support turns into Tunnel Time.  Mystery, Horror.   So Matthew has to check out a connection issue and finds his way into one of the cracks?  It’s behind a painting of a white snake.  He sees the cracks and it gives him an awareness, later he can enter from other locations, will end up going in from his room.  I think, honestly, just a simple introduction to the interstices would be wild and weird enough to justify the mystery and horror of the scene.  No need for deeper thought, just establish the layout a little.

04 Hyun-Woo I:  Floating World.  Mystery, Passion.  A scene outside the project, in a nice upper middle class home, tastefully appointed but invaded by cops.  The cops leave and Hyun-woo is talked into looking for Eun-ha.  Hanging out after college where he was a journalism major, now as employable as one would imagine lol.  I really want to play up the extent to which the place doesn’t feel as real as the project, the sense of a vignette of light, of vaseline on the lens.
People should feel as over the top emotional as in the first episode of Twin Peaks.  Might make more sense here.  Might be good to keep the girl’s age a secret here so people don’t immediately pair her with the little girl at the beginning, throw it off in some other way.

05 Matthew IV, Bonnie I, Lupe II:  Tunnel Time ends with witnessing Bonnie crime.  Mystery, Passion.  You broke the unwritten law Bonnie.  You stole from a fellow lesbian.  Then ya friends don’t like you anymore, and your enemies don’t respect ya.  It’s curtains, Bonnie.  Curtains!
So this is where some hint of supernature begins – basically, why are there so many peepholes and why can’t they be seen?  What’s with the cracks?  Doesn’t look thru them much yet, but intro concept.  Passion of course because gaybies are intense and oppressed by society.

06 Freddy II, Dario II:  The Shipment I.  Freddy+Dario discuss the shipment.  Mystery, Humor, Horror.  I need these capsules.  Good for health, bad for education.  I need to encapsulate the feeling of a scene with a strong sense of the movement or other properties, like, the viscosity, how do I say it?
On the banal level, Dario tells Freddy about a hot score, how he just needs help in case things go sideways.  Freddy is like, oh ho?  Don’t tell me.  Let it be a surprise.  They talk in terms of strategies for acquiring and moving product.  Freddy says they simply must involve Armando.  Dario wants to sell it to kids and moms.  wtf?
On the abstract level, it’s the aftermath or a low spot in the party, everyone is strewn about as if dead, or moved along.  Evidence of strange pleasures linger in the air.  The early wolf gets the calf.  Dario and Freddy are half awake half dead, pondering whose entire existence is fodder for their cruel desires.  But in a funny way?

07 Matthew V, Freddy III, Lupe III:  Accused by Freddy.  Help me understand, my little man.  Horror.  It opens with movement, rushing thru halls, inexorable slide into disaster.  Let’s say Matthew saw Bonnie go away, thought it a reasonable interval to avoid trouble, and came into the office.  His phone rings and Lupe hears it, pokes her head in – Jesus, how long you been in here?  He holds up a finger.  Gotta take this.
Goes to see the boss, who talks about the shipment with him – very couched terms.  Lupe rushes in and whispers to him, then the accusation happens.  Why should I believe?  Because it’s true.  I don’t have shit on me.  Wanna see me naked?  Body cav search?  God forbid.  Literally, I’m Dominican.  Mejor muerta que maricón.  Young man, you should have self-respect.  Makes absurd deal – you can leave, but anon the goods must be returned, or you won’t like it.
Abstractly, he never got balance back after returning from unreal world.  In wobbly state he slips, falls into disaster of the sort he must have always feared, in working for mobsters.  Head burning and ringing, Lupe suspecting what Matthew knows, which must also be upsetting.

08 Yolanda I:  Picking through The Forest and finds trace of Eun-ha, ignores it in favor of bugs.  Mystery, Horror.  Maybe the trace can be a pair of patent leather shoes.
Yolanda established.  Weird monster girl, she prowls the vines for interesting entomological finds.  Something strange catches her attention, the movement of a ghost.  She takes in a full and perfect view of the evidence, but unmoved, looks at the next indicated thing – a tiger swallowtail caterpillar perhaps.
The capsule:  The world behind her is the edifice, the tower, the cage in which all the story has been sealed.  Below this little jungle is something like a sublime piece of ill nature, but it’s fake.  It’s all flimsiness served up on an indestructible concrete slab that still belongs to the tower.  The vines have to creep in from elsewhere or grow right out of the moldering junk heap.  Here is a place where little prisoner can scratch the days in her wall, but terrible things threaten to steal what’s left of those days.  Menacing vibes.

09 Matthew VI, Bonnie II:  Confronts Bonnie.  Social Horror, Passion.   How would you appoach somebody to tell them you saw them steal
something?  “What would you do if you saw somebody steal something, kid?  I saw somebody take something that doesn’t belong to them, but I don’t want to see them burned.”  Etc…
The capsule… What does it feel like to have a lot of sympathy for somebody’s suffering / position in life but to also know they’re a thieving little shit?  How do you handle that?  Some things are easier to convert into abstractions.  Like if this was physical objects what would it be?  Some kind of metaphor, what would that be?
When you see an animal suffering but know it would bite you in a second.  People do that, don’t they?  Help a moose out of a ditch that can kick them to death without hesitation.  This feels useful.  Approach the monkey knowing it could do something terrible to you at any moment for monkey kicks.

10 Matthew VII:  Tunnel Time to find Lupe.  Mystery, Horror.  He sees the cracks from the other side in his apartment and goes in, uses the peepholes to find Bonnie.
Not much time left in his day, knows he’s got to speak with Lupe but she’s likely to be in places he has no access to like the mansion.  While freaking out, sees the cracks in his apartment from the other side, and enters the mess.  More hints of supernature, more of the layout of the mess.  The mystery and horror are real straightforward on this one.

11 Matthew VIII, Lupe IV:  Gets with Lupe.  Social Horror, Passion.  First reveal of him being gay?  Yeah sure, why not?  He felt more inclined to share secret with this gay than the one who picked her pocket, but may regret that feeling, because this one is tougher – and Freddy’s daughter.
I do think he comes at this one with a foolish feeling that it will be easier than dealing with Bonnie and is quickly put in some amount of mortal fear by her paranoid and punchy reactions.  Again with the touchy animal metaphor.

12 Matthew IX:  Scared by Monkey Faces.  Mystery, Horror.  This is when he is going to bed at night and sees the Eun-ha dress fly away, worn by a gibbon.  Doesn’t quite get it’s a monkey yet.
By this point he has talked with Lupe and Bonnie and has the scheme in place, right?  So he should feel able to sleep – if only with an alarm on his phone to make sure he gets up early as hell.  Rest your face on the cold window.  The glare keeps you from getting a full view but it looks like there’s a pink dress down there.  He turns lights off and comes back to see the dress flying… and then nothing.  Were you tripping?  Do you go down there?  What would or could you even find?  I think that’ll work.

13 Freddy IV, Dario III, Armando:  The Shipment II.  Freddy has convinced Dario to get Armando’s help acquiring it.  Mystery, Humor, Horror.  A bigger introduction to Armando.  He’s reasonable but blatantly sus, sus as all hell, and Dario ain’t buyin’ it, but Freddy keeps vouching and he’s the bawss.  Let’s say this one begins with them extracting him from the party and dragging him to a chair where he slowly wakes up.  It ends with Freddy distributing weapons.  Katana?  Tec nine?  Monofilament whip?

14 Yolanda II:  Some kind of early scene to hint she will matter later.  Mystery, Passion.  I think the child abuse here, a lil bit, because setting up injustices does suggest they may be dealt with, ultimately.  This scene doesn’t line up with Matthew’s wall creepin so it must be a Yolanda solo scene.  I guess by merit of us focusing on her at all there is an implication she’ll matter later.  Gotta feel the passion.  She is really enthusiastic about a new bug, makes the mistake of telling mom.  Dexter comes in and kills the bug gnarly style.  When I grow up I’m gonna kill you!  You’re never gonna be big enough, haha.

15 Lupe V, Bonnie III:  Lupe schools Bonnie.  Social Horror, Passion.  Bitch I cut you!  You fuck with me I’ll tell.  It’ll be the last thing you ever do…  Maybe not at that level.  It’s too intense.  This should be intense, but the story is all death threats, gotta ease off some ways sometimes.
Find my capsule.  Why’d you steal from me?  It’s over forever.  I don’t need you.  I really don’t need you.  Who are you gonna be with then, rosy palm and her five sisters?  I loved you, you piece of shit.  We’re all shit here.  C’moon, forgiveness?  How about a switchblade in the ribs instead?  I dunno i dunno…
Get rolled up on by the mack truck you saw coming a mile away.  Know it was inevitable but u still wish you could evit it.  A generally extremely thoughtless and reckless person facing personal consequences for first time in years.  What does it feel like?  This also might affect Bonnie’s day job as a dealer for the mob.  High stakes.  Maybe the relationship was always doomed, like a workplace relationship in a volatile workplace.

16 Hyun-Woo II:  Hyun-woo arrives, begins to investigate.  Mystery, Passion.  Doesn’t need to be too much the horror yet.  He comes into the building by way of the bodega, maybe?  Feels a lil out of his depth in the courtyard and decides to go door to door, as a warm up for approaching strangers.  Passes smokin in the stairwell, other creepiness, and has a few awkward knocks.  A lot of social anxiety, but also concern for Eun-ha, and shame he isn’t being bolder, as a journalism major.

17 Matthew X, Lupe VI, Freddy V:  Lupe helps him get out of mob.  Social Horror, Passion, Humor.  As I mentioned elsewhere, this is her “finding” the “mislaid” items on a bookshelf, with help from Matthew that provokes Freddy’s generosity.
Matthew psyched up for the scheduled “confession,” barely squeaks out his scheme to Freddy – I got a way to ping the missing electronics.  Lemme use the computer.  Lupe is like, tsst, what-everrr – much better at acting than Matthew.  It’ll go on in that way until Matthew gets out the door…
This should be real easy on its own, no deeper analysis necessary.  A scene idea with inherent tension.

18 Hyun-woo III:  Hyun-woo door-to-door, attracting bad attention.  Social Horror, Mystery, Passion.
Hyun-woo actually gets to talk about the case with a sorta sympathetic person or two, but also has somebody get real mad and storm off.  What is her intention?  Order of things – medium sympathy, blowup, more empathy plus gets inside and out of the hall, comes out into hall in time to see somebody he has to duck away from.

19 Matthew XI, Hyun-woo IV:  First meeting with Hyun-Woo.  Mystery, Passion.  Love appears.  So…
Hyun-woo knocks on the door.  Matthew opens up, hoping for a sexy mormon or jehovah’s witness to entertain for a dishonest hour.  Have you seen this girl?  Terminator 2 style.  Maybe I have?  I saw a girl.  I heard about the rumors and it got me thinking, could that have been her?  Points out where in
The Forest she was, what was going on generally.  Expresses discomfort with going down there but interest in helping him with investigation.  Goons are going to walk him out but get talked out of it – tho he’s forbidden from bugging neighbors.
Opens with Matthew having escaped the mob, wondering what the hell to do about money still.  Shortly Hyun-woo arrives.  The passions – Hyun-woo’s concern for Eun-ha, Matthew’s loneliness and money concern.  The mystery – Matthew swept into the story of Eun-ha.

20 Ravens I, Bonnie IV:  They want to buy drugs from her.  Hint they will matter.  Mystery, Humor.  Bonnie pissed and uncertain, wondering if she’ll have to go hetero.  Guys appear all around her and she tries to act sexy.  Maybe one of them buys it but the others don’t.  Comes out they want drugs but have no money.  A lil now for a favor later?  Fuck off you bums!

21 Freddy VI, Dario IV, Armando III:  The Shipment III.  Freddy+Armando+Dario get the shipment.  Mystery, Humor, Horror.  I wanted to have most everything take place inside the building but it’s hard to justify this one.  Maybe it’s more the aftermath, right when they get home?
Yeah, they are getting home with crates and battle damage and oblique references to terrible things that have happened.  Hauling the crates, waiting for dollies and freight elevators.  More disgust and mistrust, but it’s Armando with the best space to stash it, at the end of the day.

22 Matthew XII, Yolanda III:  Tunnel Time to investigate for Hyun-woo, Yolanda hint.  Mystery, Horror.Matthew has Hyun-woo’s number and doesn’t want to call unless he has something to call about.  Resolves to look in every single room with eyeholes in search of the girl or a suitably sus suspect.  A lot of creepiness, and sees Yolanda being abused.  The cracks show more hints of the supernatural.  Maybe shift to Yolanda’s perspective to end the scene.  She’s talking with her doll.  Is there something to that toy?

23 Matthew XIII:  Crushing, scrapbooking?  Passion.  Back from tunnel time, Matthew has to decompress.  Shower?  Think about himself.  Could you have a chance with this guy?  Never.  WTF breh?  How can I communicate this passion?  The capsule.  He has nobody to interact with.  Gotta have a lot of internal monologue.
But if this wasn’t literature and that wasn’t possible, how would I sell the feeling?  Look at himself, roll on the bed, look at himself again.  Go to masturbate but lose interest?  Drink or smoak big weed?  Damned if I know.
Maybe it’ll be more clear when I’ve written him for a few scenes.
Neeeh I gotta try harder.  Altho knowing his interests might be good.  How does he pass his time?  A fallen internet funnyman.  I think… a lot of stopping and starting things.  A lot of anhedonia.  Video games, movies, video, not much actually getting finished.  Some amount of liquor and cigarettes.
What’s going on here is that he just got back from some weird kind of netherworld where he was trying to find a lost possibly dead girl for a hot dude and… what does that feel like?  Oughtta feel intense, unreal, too much.  Look out the window repeatedly on the unlikely chance she wanders by the same spot.  Look out again and again.  Try to play a sim game, a fighting game, give up and just make self daed fom booze.

24 Yolanda IV:  Messing with roach traps, yelled on by Dexter, talks to Dolly.  Passion, Horror, Mystery.  Make no question there’s something up with the doll.  How about the abuse?  I guess this can scale back a bit from how personal it was before.  Give this plot a little breather.

25 Lupe VII:  Lupe Somethin?  Passion?  Feelin bad about Bonnie, feelin alone.  Some kinda lesbian feels, like, forever alone.  Remembers a crush that is too hetero and she’ll never be able to be with.  Burns something?
A chapter of internal monologue is too much.  She should be doing something at the same time.  tfw no gf.  Maybe walking her part of the mansion, to get readers familiar with it..?  I think the mansion has only one room with windows, very high on the wall like in Fall of the House of Usher and a lil dim because they face the alley side in the shadow of the ruined building.  It’s got an altar to Belié Belcan / San Miguel.  Foot up to crush a demon, wearing green with a green turban, holding scimitars, stylized flame around, bells and blades on the altar.  “Miguelito don’t step on me today, I’m a little more holy because I feel like hell.”

26 Matthew XIV, Hyun-woo V:  Bored games.  Hyun-woo still temporarily scared into not investigating alone.  Mystery, Passion.  Matthew and Hyun-woo bond as people.  Hyun-woo and him go over what he knows about the building, within the limits of not telling him dangerous secrets about organized crime.  They have to take mental health breaks, during which they talk about who they are, find out they’re both gay?  or later?  Yeah, just hints – cultural things, interests.
Is established that Matthew is hesitant to tell Hyun-woo about tunnels, for reasons unclear to himself.  Shame about the spying incident?  A feeling that he’s going to be using that to look for Eun-ha?  Also doesn’t want to say he saw her flying in the monkey incident.
“I recently got a favor from the boss of the building, don’t know how close he keeps a tab on who owes what to whom, don’t wanna cash in chips I’ll need for rent, but … will try to keep coverin for you as a guest.  Probably best not to push that luck by poking around…”
OK, the last scene with Matthew before this has him getting blackout drunk … maybe not?  If he was anticipating this meeting…  I dunno.  The capsule:  Getting to know this dude, as well as seal the deal of helping with his investigation.  Matthew’s wall has collage art.  Torn Pulp Fiction poster, Uma has cartoon dicks on her cheeks and a curly moustache.  A cardboard cutout of Britney dressed like a flight attendant with crudely drawn snake wrapped around her and onto the wall in sharpie.  Sports Illustrated calendar for wrong year open to a muscly white dude.  Small sharp objects sunk in the wall like lids from aluminum cans, ballpoint pens, tiny screwdrivers, cheap kitchen knives, plastic knives, coins.  They stick because that wall is painted over sheetrock with no plaster.  He has something like flex-seal painted around all the floorboards to minimize roach incursions and all his food is in plastic bags and bins.  Lives off ramen, eggs, and arizona watermelon tallboys.  His entertainment center is immaculate and includes his PC tower.  He sits at it in a partially structured beanbag with wireless game controller, mouse, and keyboard on the carpet.  His bed is the only other furniture to sit on.  He has no kitchen, keeps his microwave in the bathroom, food all in plastic drawers there.  Only eggs booze and beverages in the mini-fridge, which sits near the window where he saw Eun-ha.  Smoke detectors are disabled and empty chef boyardee ravioli can is ashtray.

27 Freddy VII, Dario V, Armando IV:  The Shipment IV.  Freddy+Armando+Dario talk about what’s next for the stuff, but hint of troubled relationship.  Humor, Mystery, Horror.  Dario insists to see if Armando still has it all.  They talk about sales and cuts.  Holding fee for taking the risk?  Bullshit, I’ll take it myself.  Gentlemen gentlemen…  Freddy takes offense at the conversation getting too blasphemous.  We’re all engaged in a criminal enterprise and should show respect to the Lord Jesus Christ.  Join me in begging his forgiveness once again.

28 Lupe VIII, Don II, Armando V, Freddy VIII:  Weirded out by dad and homies.  Humor, Mystery, Horror.  Again, what do they do that’s so alarming?  Still stumped.  Come into the altar where Lupe is, drunk and singing Boyz II Men.  Freddy gets close to hitting Lupe for some reason?  I don’t know… Maybe not.  Maybe just accidentally almost hurts her while acting the fool.  These guys are all angels, as the beasts before the throne of the Lamb, screaming holy holy holy.  What’s it to her?

29 Matthew XV:  Tunnel Time but decides to stop doing it.  Mystery, Horror, Passion.  Scared by monkey faces?  Yeah, Matthew is picking up where he left off but has a bad feeling, gets scared by the monkey, says fuck this i quit.

30 MONKEY RAMPAGE:  Mystery, Horror.  Humor?  What’s a monkey gonna do?  Run and run and run.  Jump, swing.  Parkour all around the building.  But what’s it doing?  Poltergeist shit?  The green mist part in La Cité des enfants perdus.

31 Matthew XVI, Ravens II, Majel I:  Matthew sees ravens kicked out, helps them.  Mystery, Humor?, Passion.  Have I written my idea for how this plays out?  He sees them abused by Majel and assumes they’re trying to get into apartment for food.  He uses tunnel time to get inside and unlock the door for them.  Maybe when he comes out, he pretends to have picked the lock, to throw off suspicion.  While he was in there, surprised by cat, sees some Majel treasures including her vault.  Sees her cat David… he appears as a cat in spirit vision.  They offer him weed, he declines, sees his face reflected in something, scrubbly.

32 Hyun-woo VI, the Disease II:  By himself v. The Disease.  Hyun-woo braving the halls again.  Mystery, Humor?  The hell is the Disease doin.  Hyun-woo finds out about the roof and meets The Disease on it.  Looking for kids to abduct?  Couldn’t be so simple.  Hey old man, see a lil girl?  You don’t belong in this building little doggy.  Run home.

33 Matthew XVII, Don III:  Haircut to impress, realizes Don was at bacchanal.  Mystery, Passion, Horror?  Lost my nice shag for this?  Naw.  Idk.  White boys all think they’re johnny depp.  Let me cut this shit off of you, or don’t you dare tell ’em you got your faggoty little trim in my shop.  Ends with Matthew knowing he’ll go back into the tunnels the next day.

34 Lupe IX, The Disease III:  Is weird with hoes.  Mystery, Horror?  The hell is he into.  The hell are they into.  She sees him in the mansion maybe?  In the evening.  Coming to pick up the hoes from the party dome.  They talk with each other and is it about what they’re going to do?  Sounds impossibly violent or bizarre.  Let’s say she came into party dome to get some booze and to not get caught with it she sits on a couch with it tucked behind her – has to witness the whole scene.

35 Freddy IX, Armando VI:  The Shipment V.  Freddy+Armando scheme to betray Dario and let Armando sell it with a more generous cut.  Humor, Mystery, Horror?  It goes without saying you were always going to have me sell it.  Without a peep.  Dario doesn’t know what to do with himself.  If it isn’t papayas or pork rinds, he doesn’t know how to sell it.  You have the wisdom of Solomon my friend.  Let’s do cocaine and juggle bowie knives.

36 Matthew XVIII, Yolanda V:  Tunnel Time ends up seeing Yolanda in trouble, weird idea to unleash angel.  Mystery, Horror, Passion.  Figures out somehow that the monster is Yolanda, and the human is an asshole.  I feel like there should be some way already established by now that he can choose to see things supernaturally or not.  Maybe peepholes for supernatural, cracks for not? Vice versa.  Also the ability to go through the cracks and ramifications of that…  I wonder what the angel should look like in supernatural sight, that Matthew should feel like it could be a problem for Dexter?  Dexter defeated, Yolanda victory stomp and fall into the roaches.

37 Hyun-woo VII, Armando VII:  By himself v. Armando.  Mystery, Social Horror.  What’s a loan shop?  Interested in a loan?  How about human knucklebones?

38 Ravens III, Armando VIII, Matthew XIX:  Scratch tickets.  Mystery, Humor?  Ravens try to steal scratch tickets, almost get away with it.  Matthew accidentally covers their escape.  Why does he keep helping these boys get away with crimez?  Armando hints Matthew’s grace from Freddy may run out if he keeps it up.

39 Matthew XX:  Gets a face full of cops.  Horror, Passion.  Mystery?  God I’m dislikin’ cops sometimes.  Articles about ICE gettin’ to me.  I think it’s on his way out of previous scene, the cops miss the other people involved and collar him.

40 Freddy X, Hyun-woo VIII:  By self, vs. Freddy.  Mystery, Horror.  Hyun-woo is going to give one of the main mob guys the business when Freddy intercepts him.  “I’m the landlord and the only reason you ain’t considered trespassing is that lil’ Matthew likes you…”  Scene should start with Hyun-woo talking to some rando in a far-flung part of the building.  Freddy comes in from the fire escape?

41 Lupe X, Bonnie V:  Have mercy, I forgot to be a lover.  Passion, Social Horror.  Bonnie coming to get drugs to sell.  Lupe corners her.  Bonnie sez U wanna get together again?  Maybe just a hookup?  No.  Hell no.  But still…  Lights her fire.

42 Matthew XXI, Hyun-woo VIII:  Getting to know you.  Passion, Mystery.  Matthew and Hyun-woo bond as possible lovers.  Matthew doesn’t have directly relevant things to report but does say how he’s gathering favors, might be able to use them to get closer to more evidence – also that he is getting to know more people in the building, to be able to do the questioning, including a girl of a similar age.  Revelation of gay happens here?  “Focusing on this is necessary, but terrifying.  Gotta balance it out with trying to keep an even head.  Beer me?”  They get closer to maybe doing a thing.

43 Ravens IV, Freddy XI, Armando IX:  The Shipment VI.  Ravens jack the goods from Freddy+Armando.  Humor, Mystery, Horror?  Do it by distracting him and then calling the unattended freight elevator.  How did it move without the gate all the way shut?  Has a magnetic plate stuck over the connection.  Distraction shouldn’t be something that obviously connects to them.  Skateboard rolling down the hall with nobody on it. … Armando gets fingers cut off in elevator.  Him and Freddy are blithe about it.

44 Yolanda VI: Alienation.  Social Horror, Passion.  Maybe show her being bullied by other kids?  Neh.  Let’s see her deal with mom being a piece of shit about Dexter, that she has nobody to turn to in life.

45 The Disease IV:  Is weird with baby chickens.  Horror.  I dunno.  The chicks thing is probably directly inspired by the Jisatsu Circle movie…  Might still keep it because it fits his theme and isn’t too direct, but I gotta wonder here.  What would be the best way to depict this guy as consistently creepy without giving away the game too hard?  What is his gimmick, in non-supernatural situations?  What’s his personality?
He is laid back of course, since he rules a significant subdomain of his environment, has angels flock to his whims.  But he is a being apart, doesn’t see those angels as peers.  The ones he does have such a regard for he doesn’t like.  How does this play out in the way he acts?  What kind of voice might he have?
The problem is he just doesn’t desire anything strongly and that doesn’t make for an interesting character.  He can be an impassive force of nature, but that’s less cool than Dr. Evil wanting one. million. dollars.  Obviously he do want his forbidden nummy nummies, but I don’t see him drooling for it.  Like, especially around Matthew or Hyun-woo, because they are not on the menu.
In a sense he isn’t the actual villain of the story.  The villain is Matthew’s loneliness and desperation.  This monster is just a crucible to pass through on the way to getting love.  He’s built up through mystery, thru the question remaining of who dun it.  Maybe better then for him to be all red herring.  But a scary red herring.
Just not so scary he’s obviously the killer.  So here he is with… juggling eggs?  Swallows one, hatches another.  Witnessed by someone who can be creeped out by it…  Or maybe not.  In the aisle at Dario’s store.  Yeah.  In the Bodega when nobody is looking, he takes out eggs and starts messing with them like a weirdo.  Maybe somebody hears the noise and comes around the corner, to find nothing but a bit of down floating in a whirl.

46 Hyun-woo IX:  Hyun-woo vs. Cops.  Horror, Mystery, Passion.  Hyun-woo is hoping they’ll be of some use but they’re just a problem.  Do they know something?  Do they work for Freddy?

47 Matthew XXII:  Tunnel Time but getting exhausted and scared.  Horror, Mystery, Passion.  What’s he been doing?  I’d say going room to room from the top floor on down.  Suggests Yolanda lives on a high floor.  This is kinda like Silent Hill in the dark world but with fewer monsters.  He’s going room to room but try not to be too on the nose with the SH connection, such as it bees.  Maybe this is a good place to imply he’s getting used to it, changing in some way.  What is the air like in the interstices?

48 Matthew XXIII, Hyun-woo X:  Love scene.  Mystery, Passion.  Token sex scene.  Something powerful and magical?  I think Hyun-woo is getting upset, gotta console him.  What could it mean?  Why can’t we just get cops to turn the building upside down?  If they do, they’ll just find her dead, won’t they?  Terrible terribleness lays out before them.  Then sex the pain away lol.
Last thing before this for Hyun-woo was talking to the cops.  If he’s upset maybe he’s outside Matthew’s room on phone.  No reception in dark world.  Matthew’s phone starts ringing when he gets out of there.  Hyun-woo can hear it from outside the apartment and knocks on the door again.
Capsule…  This is exhausting and hopeless but it’s good to have company.  Or is it selfish?  Probably very selfish, but se necesita.  Guilt is the word.

49 EUN-HA ALIVE?  Mystery, Horror.  Showing her walking through the tunnels, alone and scared.  Just to underscore the guilt of the previous scene.  But how as Matthew missed her every time?  What does it mean?

50 Yolanda VII:  Again?  Mystery, Passion.  What’s she still doing in the story, honestly?  Maybe she found out what Matthew was investigating and is trying to investigate on her own?  It’s intuitive, kinda supernatural methods.
Maybe a hint she sensed Eun-ha blow by, and went to find her.  In the halls after dark.  Scared by the freight elevator going down and runs home.

51 Freddy XII, Dario VI, Armando X:  The Shipment VII.  Freddy+Dario+Armando have a Mexican standoff over this anime betrayal.  Mystery, Horror, Humor.
The freight elevator opens with Freddy and Armando, and Dario is waiting for them with two guns?  Yeah sure.
Armando has his arms folded but threatens with nothing but words.  Freddy has to point guns too.  Dario please.  Freddy coerces them into shaking hands and Dario gets blood all over his fingers.  Everybody laughs.

52 Ravens V:  Some kinda hijinks.  Humor.  Loot reveal?  Yeah, they get the disney tapes and are like, jesus what a waste.  Try to sell them to Majel but she overheard.  They get the crates down a hall and into one of their apartments, but know they have to get them out before a mom gets home, so desperate to offload.  Living room piled with tha Shipment, crowbars in the grips of ravens.  They pull the planks off to see generic VHS cases with cheaply color printed inserts that obviously came from bad reproductions, pushed into a clear plastic sleeve around the outside.  The Lian Kink.  The 1ittel Memraid.  Idk.  They ponder throwing them out the window to where they’ll smash down in the courtyard, but too much risk someone will see where they came from.  They call Majel on her cellphone and she shows up too quickly, as if she’s been following them and waiting right outside the door.
Majel, this shit is hot, we gotta flip it!  Somebody lost his fingers and his loot, gonna be pissed.  Did you get the fingers?  Pity, pity.  I can make it disappear for you, but it will cost you.  Awww!

53 Majel II, The Disease V:  Majel vs. The Disease, he knows she steals from Freddy and don’t care.  Mystery, Horror.  These two aren’t even a little bit human, should come off as a very unnatural event, reality boiling away under the surface.  How can I represent that?  I generally don’t want to go inside the heads of angel characters, except half-angel Lupe.  What can they be doing?
See her next dawn pushing a baby cart full of tapes down the hall.  Ain’t no baby in there.  Smells like Freddy’s property.  What’s it to you, the Disease?  Couldn’t care less…
Maybe it’s something in the way they talk to each other.  Do they give each other different names?  I named her Majel Billy because bialy is white in polish or some such.  Like maybe he could be Churney, after czerny / black?  Neh.. ..  Maybe I should come back to this one later…
No, I need to figure it out now.  Maybe they go like they’re going to cast spells against each other before they call it off.  Forky fingers, son.  She should seem a tiny bit afraid of him, I think.

54 Matthew XXIV, Lupe XI, Bonnie VI:  I coulda killed you.  Matthew laments to Bonnie.  Passion, Social Horror.  What’s Matthew doing?  Does he smoke?  Sharing a smoke with Lupe during a random moment in the Courtyard?  Anyway, she feels compelled to tell him this.  He shakes his head.  Little girl, why.  Why, little girl.  She says Understand me, bro.  We are not the same.  He lefts pink-faced and bumps into Bonnie, who lets him talk at her.  He says much more than he intended, but she finds herself feeling things – respect for Lupe, turned on by the idea of her killing somebody, and an unexpected sympathy for Matthew – a feeling she really does owe him something.

55 Matthew XXV:  Tunnel Time more hints at supernature.  Monkey Scare again?  Horror, Mystery.
Surely it could only take so long to work his way through X amount of floors of this shit…  Getting closer to the actual spot.  Let’s say he gets scared out of it this time.  That’s why he’s available for Yolanda’s call later.

56 Freddy XIII, Dario VII:  The Shipment VIII.  Freddy+Dario we’ve lost it all.  Ruined forever.  Who will provide for my mongooses and ocelots?  Then they get a hint about a new shipment of some trivial shit and start scheming again.  Mystery, Horror, Humor.  They should be in the mansion, Freddy making it up to Dario as he can.

57 Yolanda VIII, Don IV:  Don threatens to cut Yolanda’s hair.  Horror.  Maybe he’s having a smoke break in the Courtyard and sees her, gives her the business about that wacky hair.  Carries an aura of menace.  Why am I thinking of der Schneider from Struwwelpeter, choppin’ off thumbs?  Yolanda’s running here becomes Eun-ha’s running.

58 EUN HA v. MONKEY:  Mystery, Horror.  This will go back on the idea she’s alive, some hint she may be a ghost.  Fleeing from and scared of the monkey.  Why am I suddenly remembering something to do with a monkey chasing someone through a place with racks of clothing, tearing the clothes to shreds as they go…  That can’t be anything from a movie can it?  I’m tired.  Memory of a dream probably.  Not like there was a scene in Dunston Checks In where the ape went ape.

59 Matthew XXVI, Yolanda IX, The Disease VI:  Yolanda abducted, saved in Tunnel Time.  Horror, Mystery, Passion.  Matthew gets a call, “I’m in the Forest.”  He rushes to a window and looks out.  Yolanda is hiding from something.  Is it real?  Can he get to her in time?  The scariest thing would be seeing something going to attack a child when you could do nothing to intervene.  Matthew has to get her back somehow, by himself.  He catches her in the tunnels.  But will need more consideration about how to make that as scary as possible without ending the story prematurely.
They escape the snake by going through cracks, but it puts them in spirit world – gotta risk going back out the way you were dragged in.  Where could it have been?  Down near the Forest, of course…

60 Matthew XXVII, Hyun-woo X, Bonnie VII:  The Worst.  Passion, Social Horror, Mystery.  Hyun-woo confronts Matthew on possibility he is stringing him along to get laid.  Messed up, dude!
“Explaining the suspects.  But it’s never enough to go on, always enough to keep me here.  We had sex.  Was that a mistake?  Or was that always what you wanted out of me?  It was!  I can’t believe it.  I need to get out of here.  No way she’s in the building.”  “I know she is!  I can’t tell you why because you’ll think I’m crazy.  I just know she is!”  “Bullshit, Matthew.”
This will get cut off prematurely by Bonnie interrupting them with invite to the bad party, preventing awkwardness from culminating.

61 Ravens VI, Majel III:  Ravens vs. Majel.  Mystery, Humor?  Horror?  Do they get the apple of life here?  I can’t trust you birds in here unattended.  You’re the literal worst.  Cat gets out and she chases after it, leaving them to break into a case they’ve been eyeballing – hinted at when Matthew first gets into room.  It’s the garden of eden.
Since the finger incident, the wise one has been edging toward bailing on these hijinks.  More of that here.

62 Matthew XXVIII, Hyun-woo XI, Freddy XIV, Armando XI, Don V, The Disease VII, Lupe XII:  The Bacchanal.  Passion, Horror, Mystery, Humor.  Again, I need to figure out some good surreal hijinks for the freaks to get up to. Spunk Biscuit?  Chamber Music?  Pinball?  Taking unethical photos of kittens in little costumes?  Pony play?  Make a point of calling attention to Armando’s hands – they have fingers again.
Matthew and Hyun-woo at the worst party, get parted.  Lupe bails out Matthew but Hyun-woo has gone missing.
So, how does this one play out..?  Alarming buildup, some grand invocation, and the Wildness, including a few fake-outs that it’s going to be more tame or much worse than it all superficially is.

63 Matthew XXIX, Hyun-woo XII, The Disease VIII:  Final fight in Tunnel Time.  Horror, Mystery, Passion.  In The Disease’s place, must rescue Hyun-woo and find out about Eun-ha.  Is he locked out?  How does he get in? Definitely unarmed.  Don’t forget to make it surreal horror like Leonora Carrington’s but less funny here.
Gotta walk through the place with trepidation, looking for an improvised weapon as he goes, take in the spooky details.  Chicken coops?  Incubators?  Chicks?  Down twirling in unseen breezes on the floor?  What’s Hyun-woo suffering?  What’s happening to him?  How litcheral is this snake?
A conveyor belt with deformed or dead chicks on it, running in and out of chutes on the walls.  Kinda Existenz I know.  Eggshells like papier mâché.  That gibbon running up and down the aisles, slapping or ripping at you as it goes by.  Eun-ha, how about you?
Vats covered haphazardly with tarp.  Some are askew, showing bodies in varying states, or piles of dusty or goopy bones.  Are they girls turning into giant chicks or vice versa?  How are they being consumed?  Where are the souls?  Something twisting through it all, a great movement in the ground that can’t be discerned.
The pink dress falls off a hanger on a door that is ajar.  Inside, Hyun-woo in bondage.  Liberate the boy.  But a snek must be upon thee.
Maybe Matthew gets Hyun-woo unbound but he’s unconscious.  The Disease catches Matthew and is about to kill him when Hyun-woo saves the day.  Baby Eun-ha shows up and goes to hug Hyun-woo, but vanishes in a puff of down around his legs.  She was a ghost.  The end.  Um…  Let’s say this makes Hyun-woo seem to drop dead.  Don’t touch ghosts yo.

64 Matthew XXX, Ravens VII:  Give Matthew the Apple of Life in Tunnel Time?  Passion?  Horror?  Mystery?  The apple is an adrenaline shot.  Not in tunnel time.  Let’s say Matthew drags Hyun-woo into the hall in regular space, hoping to get cell reception and call 9-11.  The ravens find him there and offer the stuff.  What you gonna do when Hyun-woo turns blue?  Pokey pokey.

65 Matthew XXXI, Hyun-woo XIII:  I just can’t.  Go home.  Passion.  Matthew couldn’t go if he wanted – rent, possessions, entire life in his place, no courage to leave, mental probs – Hyun-woo certainly can’t stay because of traumatic weirdness.  I do think a lot of these scenes have an obvious enough tension in them.  Wish I could get the capsule going a lil more easily, like, how do I make the writing express it perfectly?

66 Matthew XXXII, Ravens VIII: The Years:  Ravens in trouble. Passion, Humor.  I think the Ravens have a bit of a falling out here, prelude to Puss in Boots story.  Should still stand on its own as a natural part of this story tho.

67 Matthew XXXIII, Lupe XIII:  The Years:  Bonnie dies.  Passion, Horror.  I don’t think Lupe is totally broken up because they weren’t together, but has some kinda heavy talk with Matthew because she knows he knows and may have had similar big feelings.  Was it drugs?  Gang violence?  IDK.

68 Matthew XXXIV, Yolanda X:  The Years:  Yolanda much bigger.  Passion.  Good to see the baby surviving, but there’s some kind of edge to it.  Maybe she figures they can’t see each other anymore?  I dunno.  Weird being adult with child in your life who is not a relative or student or patient etc.  Weird things must end.

69 Matthew XXXV, Hyun-woo XIV:  Amelie finale.  Passion, Mystery.  Happily ever after.  Hyun-woo calls Matthew on the phone.  “You want to leave with me?  I’m in the Forest.”  Looks out the window, “I can’t see you.”  “Come down.  Come outside.”  Matthew decides he’ll finally be brave enough to leave the building, but as soon as he opens apartment door, Hyun-woo is there.  They kiss, then “I was serious about leaving.”  They go out together.

Life List: Diamond Doves

I know fuck-all about diamond doves.  Is that even what they’re actually called, where they’re from?  I just remember seeing them in cages at the pet store.  Picture a pigeon but smaller and pastel.  Very nice-looking.  If you could get one to be hand friendly, I bet they’d be very pleasing to hold.  Are they just a fancy pigeon breed?  I don’t think so?  I have a vague impression most fancy breeds are the usual size or bigger, not that smol.  Could be wrong.

Anyway, diamond doves makes me think of Diamond Dogs by David Bowie, which was kind of a cheap rip-off a Rolling Stones song.  Turnabout’s fair play and the Stones did a transparent ripoff of Diamond Dogs called Saint of Me.  I wonder could I hum one of these tunes well enough that yewchoob’s algorithm can auto-detect and copyright flag it?  Suck up my non-existent ad revenue to pay the RIAA some fractional pennies?

The last time I went to the pet store, they didn’t have diamond doves anymore.  Did they get busted for trafficking protected animals?  Did they go extinct in the wild?  Did they just become too pricey or inconvenient in some way?  Goodbye diamond doves.

My favorite pet store animal is the bearded dragon.  Problem is, the ones in the store are literal babies.  I’m given to understand adults are a foot long and produce copious stanky shits.  The moar u kno.

Sexy Anonymous

I once had a weird relationship with the alternative weekly magazines in Seattle.  I read them front to back every week, including the advertisements and personal ads at the end.  It’s a compulsion and a procrastination thing; better that than doing my school work.  Because of this habit, I’d sometimes show up in the letters sections, embarrassing myself.  I got to know the personalities of the writers.  I spent more time in the shared world they created than they did.  The Alt Weekly Cinematic Universe, before those were a thing.

So.  I was feelin lonesome and adventurous one time and submitted a kinky personal ad.  They give you a number where you can check messages for responses to it, and I promptly lost the number and forgot about it for weeks.  A few years later, I randomly met an old friend on Broadway and she said she recognized my personal ad from the way I wrote it.

Now is it possible I’m such an eccentric writer that I could be clocked and remembered in this way, or did I actually share with her the fantasy I was describing, back when we were hanging out, singing along to Pepper in her jalopy, or watching horrible hentai on VHS, or seeing the news reveal of the Heaven’s Gate Cult in the wee hours of the morning, thinking of the same nike slogan everybody else thought of simultaneously?  Just do it?  I must have told her about the fantasy.  Shame I lost track of the ad and missed my chance to live it.  I’m sure that the very specific person I described was out there for me somewhere, and ready to rock.

My last girlfriend ever was hot to trot.  Different lady, different topic, but adjacent.  We had killer foreplay, tho I flamed out when it was time to bone down.  Reasons.  The important thing here is the foreplay.  I did something to her kinda random and specific that she liked a lot.  There was a section in one of those alt weeklies where people sent anonymous requests for sex advice, and I recognized myself in this.  She, or somebody with the same experience, wrote a letter asking “how do I get the nerve to ask new partners for this specific kind of foreplay?”

Was it her?  I don’t know.  But since I graduated from art school, I have not returned to this habit.  The reading, not the foreplay.  Well, that specific thing surely would not work on my husband, so not that either.

Those papers got cheaper and worse, with more ads and less content as the years wore on.  I don’t even know what they’re like now.  At least one of them still exists, but what does it even have to offer anymore?  That world is behind me now, ink stained pulp sheets drifting through wind-swept gutters.

Have I mentioned these things before?  At some point you will have read the entire contents of my brain.  The repetition will set in, and then it’s over for me.

Minphis Don’t Play

U might not be aware, but several US cities have rap scenes with a lot of local pride.  One particularly infamous local rap scene which intrigues people to this day: Memphis, Tennessee.  Or as people with that accent call it, “Minphis.”  When I say “Minphis don’t play,” I’m quoting a random loudmouth I overheard on the bus a very long time ago.  As I recall, he also claimed that city invented pimping, for what that invention is worth.  I’ll accept this as truth.  Moving on…

I’ve mentioned the biggest success story from the Memphis scene a few times, The Triple Six Mafia.  And what did that success bring them?  A great number of Memphis rappers, famous or otherwise, are dead from drugs or violence.  Bad times, but maybe that has something to do with the intrigue.  For some reason, hipsters out for the “realest” music have latched onto the Memphis scene as Tha Source.

Why I am I fucking with it?  Isn’t rap homophobic and misogynistic and glorifying of violence and irresponsible use of chemical recreation?  True.  Some of it is worse than others.  Well, Memphis tapes are about as bad as any.  Call it a problematic fave.  I won’t justify it to you and you don’t have to justify yours to me.  I’m not the world’s biggest Memphis rap fan, but hipsterism hath perked up my ears to it.

I think it’s funny because this could just as easily been any city and any genre.  In my hometown of Auburn, Washington, we had a number of punk bands with moderate local success.  Some of them put music on CD, cassette, even vinyl.  Where are those albums now?  Will they ever receive this kind of love?  I really would like to see all the art of the world given that respect, no matter how pathetic or retrograde or disposable.

I’d love to see the internet become a true archive of the whole breadth of human experience, and of art, which was the cry of some nowhere people against the void – I matter right now.  Hear me make music about it.  But we can’t.  You literally can not find everything on the internet.  Even very recently created art has been lost forever.  As everything ultimately will be, so it’s not a cosmically big deal.  But it is kind of sad.

We don’t even have all the Memphis tapes – and mysteries abound.  Check out this blog post wherein a guy was researching the strange story of how one rap dude released some tapes with his voice pitch shifted, playing a lady rap persona seemingly inspired by an ex, and never copping to it.  Why did he do it?  Maybe we shouldn’t push the question, knowing one possible explanation is being trans, and you don’t want to push people out of a closet – especially now.  But that doesn’t seem likely to be the case here.  It’s just kind of funny seeing a guy named Skinny Pimp release a Chipmunk-styled song called Where the Big Dicks At?, then duck when people ask him about it later.

Maybe Minphis do play, after all.

Life List: Barn Owl

Barn owls are one of those species with “global distribution,” where one could consider the barn owls of Europe to be the same species as the ones in Texas and Kinshasa and Kwangtung.  Are they tho?  I’m sure there are “cryptic” species hidden within that range, noteworthy subspecies, etc.  They are the most visible members of their branch of owlkind, the Tytonidae.  Tytonids are less likely to have feather “ears” than “true owl” strigids, and generally look like “shy guys” from mario brothers.

I’ve personally seen one in a zoo and one in the wild.  I used to walk back and forth across Auburn in the middle of the night, often between two and four AM.  Once – I think this was when I was living in the adjacent tiny town of Pacific – I was walking the Interurban Trail and saw a ghost white headless-looking thing float above the trail, from the trees on one side to the trees on the other.  A fleeting glimpse, but enough to – in conjunction with range information – positively ID the suspect.

My dad used to know this shitty neonazi who dabbled in “vulture culture” before that term was coined.  Barn owls are not infrequently hit by cars, and this dude randomly hit barn owls twice within a pretty short time on the exact same stretch of road.  He preserved the bodies in some way, I don’t recall – skeletonizing or taxidermy, whatever.  I never actually saw them.  When this particular neonazi hadn’t fully turned but was beginning his descent, he gave my dad his Dead Kennedys tape, and that’s how I came to receive my first hardcore punk rock album, In God We Trust, Inc. (prior to this i only had dead milkmen CDs).  I guess as the punk became nazi, he felt the need to fuck off.

When I was in junior high, we got to dissect owl pellets.  Some may have come from barn owls; impossible for us to know.  But it was super cool and interesting.  I don’t normally like anything to do with excretions – piss, shit, vomit – but dry owl pellets seem rather sterile.  Bleached white by stomach acid, they are little blocks of compressed fur and bone that came out the front end of the bird, so they didn’t have to waste digestive resources on the hard bits.  Pick apart a little block of fur and find interesting tiny bones.  The skulls of those rodents looked so cool to baby Bébé.

Anyway, being a massively successful species, they provide some hope to me for the biosphere.  Whatever we do to this world, barn owls will probably pull through.  Shine on, you funky ghosts.  Keep eating rodents and puking up the cool parts.  I’m down.

Lostwave

You might not be aware, but there is a whole internet subculture bent to the task of investigating cultural obscurae.  Presented with an image or a snippet of audio or a video clip, they try to find the origin.  This is not always possible, because despite idealistic dreaming and much human effort, you literally can not find everything on the internet.  Much of humanity’s artistic and intellectual output, even from the internet age, has been lost forever, or was never recorded in the first place.

With regards to music, they call this “lostwave,” a genre defined by what you don’t know about it, and nothing else.  There were a number of lostwave songs that people had just about given up hope on having their origins revealed, when recently they came to light.  Check out the reddit community to see a lot of interesting stories of independent research, and observe some odd bits of culture that were nearly lost forever.

I just want to talk about one such story briefly.  A guy posted a clip of a song and asked if anybody could identify it, then the poster disappeared.  I forget what reason he gave, for why he had a clip but didn’t know the origin of said clip.  Speculation was intense, the mystery lasted a few years.  But at last, it was revealed to be a studio song used in the pornographic film Angels of Passion.  You can find that moustache-tacular porn its entirety online, if you are so inclined.  I skimmed it.  Anyway, the guys that made the song published a remaster on yewchoob, so we can all check out this porn quality jam together…

The best part of this little tale is that you can tell from the clip the original poster had presented that it was carefully cut around the moans and groans of 1980s style fucken.  He knew where he got it, set people up to get pink-faced about it, and bounced forever.  Good one, man.

The song shows up at about 1 hr 7 min 30 sec into the porno, depending on which copy you’ve found, probably.

Life List: Anna’s Hummingbird

Anna’s hummingbird is pretty much the only hummingbird you will see in great stretches of its range.  You don’t even have to look it up or carefully scrutinize blurry photographs, or lure them with a feeder and bust out the field guide.  If you see a hummingbird in Seattle, it’s a fuckin’ anna’s, with a very outside chance of the very different and unmistakable rufous hummingbird.  I’ve never seen the latter, I’ve seen tons of the former.

The reason it’s often the only hummingbird in town is that it has had an incredible expansion of its historic range, moving farther north than any other hummingbird alive.  Some people in my household claim to have seen them in Alaska years ago; that paper I linked only mentions them breeding as far north as British Columbia.  I’ve personally watched as an Anna’s had a snowflake land on its head, proportionally the size of a fancy hat.  When we lived in the U District, somebody in the courtyard of our apartment building, right on The Ave, had a feeder, and the lil guys would perch in a small tree there in easy view of anybody coming and going.  They persist all year, doing their thing.

It’s hard for me to believe this is all on the back of feeders and flower gardens, but that must be the case.  If so, when the humans go bye-bye, so do the birds.  Hopefully they’ll find a good place to be when the biosphere comes to grips with us, and with the size of their population, they’ve got better odds than a lot of hummingbird species.

Their main song is a quiet grindy sound, but it has an amazing power to carry over great distance.  I’ve heard the call, then looked to see them in trees up to a hundred feet from where I was standing.  Learn it and listen for it whenever you’re around feeders or blooming flowers – especially fuchsias and other deep pink things.  You might just hear it in places you didn’t expect.  It carries much more effectively than the humming of their wingbeats.

I could write more about how wild and freaky hummingbirds are, but it’s pretty common knowledge and I don’t have much time.  But I’m glad this particular species is keeping us company, in places where other hummingbirds fear to tread.

Bad Arterfinger

One of my favorite albums ever is Soundgarden’s Badmotorfinger.  Musically, quite excellent.  Some of the B sides are fairly B sides-ish, but the majority of the album lives up to the band’s name.  It creates a garden of sounds that carry you emotionally exactly where you want to be.  Break your rusty cages and run, little grungers.

I don’t want to piss on Chris Cornell’s grave.  From what little I know of him, he seemed like a lovely guy.  I hope any people who feel suicidal find some way out from under it and don’t follow after the late lamented grunge icons.  Please take this critical look at his music in the same way you would if he was still with us – just art criticism, not an attempt to besmirch anyone’s character.

There is a politically conservative streak in this album that I don’t love, and it’s hard to know without deeper research into the man’s life whether or not it was even intended.  If it was intended, that sucks.  I hate finding out some art I enjoyed was the bellicosity of my political opposites.  If it was not intended, it was a failure of artistic aim.

This album predates our polarized times.  The ’90s were kinda polarized, just nothing on where we are now.  Call it the halfway point; getting the strong impression from where we stand now that Reagan was the real “beginning of the end” for liberty in the US.  Back in the ’90s, conservative jokes about political correctness were laughed at by most liberals.  Feminists were dismissed as too shrill, but with a chuckle instead of a two hour youtube diatribe and gun polishing.  Causes of social progress were not in better shape than they are now, in terms of their acceptance by society at large (obviously it’s worse in the halls of power now, and increased awareness of the existence of trans people means increased hostility to us from haters).  If Chris Cornell had any conservative inclinations, he also had lyrics sympathetic to class struggle, native rights, and environmentalism.  There would not have been an obvious contradiction in that, to the average thoughtless amurrican joe circa 1991.

A common feature in the genre of grunge was nonsense lyrics, meant to evoke a feeling more than to say anything real.  It’s possible then that any political meaning to the words was “vibes” and not a well-considered expression of intent, though that read gets pretty dubious on some tracks.  Nonetheless, it would be right to say there is a lot grunge nonsense on the album.  What is Rusty Cage even about?  A jailbreak?  A revolution?  Atheism?  I dunno, but I do like “god’s eyes in my headlights.”

The big questionable tracks are Slaves & Bulldozers and Jesus Christ Pose.  The former is the better song – truly one of the all-time greatest tracks in the history of heavy rock – and the more overtly problematic.  What does Cornell mean when he invokes slavery, as he does on other tracks and other albums?  What does he think about black people?  I don’t know.  The refrain of this song is that the singer feels he is being mocked, manipulated, and exploited by those who are seeking sympathy, culminating with “bleed your heart out / there’s no more rides for free / bleed your heart out / I said what’s in it for me?”  Remember the phrase “bleeding heart liberals”?  Talk about moochers on social programs?  Welfare queens?

If he’s expressing a conservative feeling in earnest, how far does it go?  Does he think tha blacks have gotten too uppity?  That welfare and food stamps are reparations for slavery that are undeserved?  If he isn’t expressing a conservative feeling, is he doing a character?  Is he writing from the imagined viewpoint of a conservative, to illustrate how they are bad dudes?  If so, the problem is that the song is too fucking good!  The singer is lofting with righteous fury, tearing the world down with his voice.  Giving that quality to the performance ennobles the words that are being sung, which means that if he was doing a character, this was fundamentally bad art.

Cornell defeated his own point.  You don’t listen to Kill the Poor by The Dead Kennedys and wonder if Jello Biafra really wants to kill the poor.  That’s good art.  It communicates itself.  You don’t listen to Gin and Juice and wonder if Snoop Dogg is actually satirizing the gangster lifestyle.  He likes that shit and is letting you know.

That is assuming he wasn’t earnestly banging on about how the real problem is poor people, which is a contradiction to Limo Wreck on the next album.  That album has a song called The Day I Tried to Live which seems to be about doing all the wrong things sociopolitically and realizing you suck, again, through a heavy filter of grunge nonsense.  Back to Slaves & Bulldozers tho, tl;dr:  bad beliefs or bad art, on a good song.  That’s a shame.

Jesus Christ Pose is more broadly problematic.  There Cornell describes somebody loudly pretending to be a victim, and how he doesn’t care and wants to see them gone.  My husband says it sounds a lot like he’s complaining about an ex-girlfriend.  True, but how much political conservativism is just a reaction to hating “bitches”?  Women are not mentioned, so you could see this as a stretch, but it is a very common complaint from the “male” side of bad relationships.

The song isn’t wrong about this – some people do moan loudly about their struggles in order to manipulate, even abuse others.  See complaining about people at work to your nine year old child, see convincing your lady you couldn’t help but hit her because you have it sooo bad.  But this is very comparable to a concept in Laveyan Satanism of the “psychic vampire” who must be violently repudiated and shut down.  As spelled out in The Satanic Bible, you can see that point of view.  You know people who take and take with their bitching and moaning, slowly draining your emotional resources and never giving anything back.  However.  It is no coincidence that large parts of the book were copied almost verbatim from an antisemitic, eugenicist, white supremacist screed called Might is Right.

Even if some people are bottomless holes of need and will never be able to give back to the world what they take from it, those people did not ask to be born.  They were forced into the world by the recklessness of breeders, and don’t deserve to die in misery because of it.  And most needy people are not like that at all!  Here is the sleight of hand pulled by The Satanic Bible in making that point of view seem reasonable – say that it’s cool to help people in need as you can, dismiss people who need a lot as psychic vampires, and then allow you, the reader, to decide how much help is too much.  If you’re a callous greedy shit, anything at all is too much.

Jesus Christ Pose is about somebody whining they are being martyred, and about how they can fuck off with that shit.  Maybe it is inspired by the kind of person who really should fuck off with that shit, but who’s to say?  Legitimate beefs have been written off with such attitudes, especially by conservatives.

Anyway, call this a nitpick.  I’m going to lean into the idea it’s grunge nonsense and doesn’t mean anything while I continue to listen to the album, but this does take it down a notch for me.  Off topic, some of my fave songs on there are Face Pollution and Drawing Flies.  That’s all.