The Saint Mort Show Episode 053: Adam and Danny of Inde Vision Films

The Saint Mort Show Episode 053: Adam and Danny of Inde Vision Films

Danny and I's interview about IndeVision's plans including our next film and our comedy tv series for public access television

Re-Post

Something that I had put up on my Facebook. Thought I would share it here,


Life can be very cruel. It teases us with the promise of love, joy, and riches. Once we become accustomed to said things, life throws us a curve ball and pulls all that made us so happy, away with a spiteful laugh. The negatives overtake and bury the positives. The future seems as gloomy as the present. You scream at the past, wishing you would have gone left instead of right. Your heart and mind battle for control while your soul suffers.You force yourself to sleep just to get the horrible day over with. You feel dead, yet you still breathe.
But you are not dead. This is the time when you are most alive....at its most raw forum imaginable.
I too am suffering. I am suffering from a ghost that just will not leave, no matter what actions I take to rid myself of her. My suffering lead to the creation of my vampire trilogy. I took all the good and ugly and poured it into the script. I gave life to something epic from the burn of pain. And thats what you should do....take something bad and make it good and worthwhile. There is much wisdom birthed from pain.
Time will go on, hearts will heal, new events will force you to go on, the day will be bright again. There is no silence in past pain, just friendly echos that remind you how far you really have come.

A Latin Whisper

Formulate a design to banish all running sorts of
demons and doorways.
And the sluggish denial...is still in play
taking expressive notations with the ink of the ocean from my eyes

Throwing stones at clouds like children do
Chewing on backwards apples like people do
Runaway to it
Shy away from the magic
The cure... like I do
Tool to fix the despair of a broken heart and the sad songs that
plague those who wish to be plagued
Hide away from it all

We are all forgotten like rose petals in the wind

Synonym
the bastard who becomes a ruler
over lands of make believe
And here we are again
Cast a social parade which makes things all right
in brains of diseased individualistic tenants whom
know not when to leave or let things be

Here comes the dumb world
Here comes the show of make up faces
Here comes the living lies
Here comes the paper bullets
Here comes the fractured grins
Here comes the nexus of frail gains
Here comes the dye of sounds
Here comes the poison vapors
Here comes the next day

In love with being at ease and peace
on a wonderful world of wild wisdom
Lure me in my Hidden Goddess
Been crawling on all fours
digging through mud
clearing out the insecure fractions
as I wallow in bitterness
Pierced my armor tight
Cracked my walls just right
I just need
Eye just need
Need my nirvana with a bit of vertigo slapped in tonight

There is little science in silence

Give in to my limitations
watch me grow
Slow the metamorphosis
watch me explode
Need a fix to cross me over till next time
Be bitter or humble
stretch a ear to stranger's Latin Whisper

Update Yo

Below is a image that was left from someone who follows my blog. (Wont use her name until she says I can ;)  ) 

All I can say is WOW! I never thought that a few rough outline notes from my script would really get anyone to notice my story. I guess I was dead wrong on that front.
Here is part of the message


" Rodric (that is the new way you are spelling his name?) speaks to me as does Destiny. They both seem to be lost souls, fighting for their place in the world. But for some reason, I just can't get Rodric or Destiny out of my head. What you have written on your blog is beautiful, touching, and real. At the same time, it's very dark.(which is sexy in it's own way) and I look forward to more!
I made this the other night before I went to sleep. It's nothing special. Just thought you would enjoy it.
I am eager for more, Mr.Christopher. Do not keep a lady waiting!"


Again WOW!

SAD PANDA FACE TIME....... I have taken a bit of a break from the story. I was going through it/editing and came to a part that I was not really digging.Too long and too boring and decided to erease part of it. Somehow I ended up erasing 5 days worth of work instead. I became upset and said FUCK IT and havent really touched it since. Last night, I did begin to edit more of the story but havent actually written anything. But after getting that message, I shall try again later today or tonight.

I have spent years trying to come up with a idea that could (in some small way) match The Crow. That movie is what drives my writing and I have always wanted to write a story like The Crow. At long last I have done so with Dark Intetions. Lets see if I am right.

Ill post new notes up here sometime soon. just not sure when soon will be.
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Dreaming
Adam

Love and Sparks

 Years from now the spark will still survive



Spark to flame, flame to blaze
with just the small sight of a gaze
The smile still bright
reminds us of that night
when we finally found what we had been searching for
the balance of prefection

At what point do I weep for something other?
At what point will it cease?


When will I  weep
for life and not love lost?
Touching ghosts
breathing futures
Spaces in time
frozen down
to the second of memory
When will I weep?
The fucking and not the passion?
the smiles not miles?
wisdom in together not stupid in distance?
When will I weep?
Messages not quests?
learning not mistakes?
Bridges not canyons?
There can be nothing left without a weeping fit
holding not loving?


A symbol of my silent pain.
Lost lucidity
and the damn voodoo that was poured into my mouth
in slumber
Revealing the terrors betrayal to myself
southern muse was quick
damn quick
mind triped and shot straight into my soul with one simple gesture....Touch

Our love is like a shadow
dark
cold
wasteland
When joined together
amazing light
wonderous warmth
valley of joy

of past
of present
of future
 nothing seems right
unless your face is in the palm of
my hand

The ghost will always haunt us both

Like leather to lace
like your body I do trace
like a smile I surely prize
like the soul seeing eyes
I will be in there
somewhere
even if I say otherwise.

The rock sinks into the
sandpit
The rock will still be there
when its needed.

I retire to new moons
as I build my empire afar
Future needs to be solid
not bought
Never forget
who worshipped you with
a gentle mind
I stand silent next to you
through out.

All I have ever known was you.
You.
My perfect love
My Goddess

Give Thanks

Give thanks where it is needed
to your goddess
and support the line that shows you home
Maybe someday
light will prevail
I tire of being locked in shadows
and cold

Always of the doomsday
never of the sky
Look at the doctors and mind rapers scatter
Watch the statues crumble
No gentle dance in this abandoned getto of my mind
Discovery shines and sometimes discovery hurts
when reality is not the card you want to play
Fend off attacks
the heart closes
What the fuck am I to do now?

I need certain old paintings to complete the rips in my mind

What a terrible year
should have gone to the hills
There is rain there to wash the mud from my eyes
cleanse the filth that has now ruling my heart
Sadness runs like a river
Regret like a sea
Fear like mudslide
Rage like the endless sky
The only Destiny that is left is in my paper dreams

I get visions in reflection of that perfect week

One day I shall learn
there is no goddess among women
unless I create her in my brain
I wish to remove it and be normal for a day
A day to be dumb enough to see a dream

Beautiful Highway

Whisper what you see......
The burning inside of me

Sound of the moving moment
westward I go
home without you.
Died I did
no variance today
Just the jeweled remains of your ghost that
I cast out
in quite the elaborate celebration.
Designs sheltered
forgiveness gone and a peaceful wound
remains true

The rude hour rides on through
where were you?
Thats right
in your games of bury me
bury this
dug down so deep
lost sight of me you did

One day I shall find that precision if only through a a relvoution

Bare shame
gluttony shards
in the mouths of babies and crows
Fly my dear
fly away
begone from me and your
lack of trust in anything you cannot see
Noone should be afarid of love when the passion is bright
You just lack the self control to be better...someday
if ever
Now look at us
mourning in this cemetery
graveyard full of some many things that could have been
Tombstones wink back
dying for us to arrive

Tell me what you will be...
Pain endless like the sea

The screaming clouds
full ash trays and the blanket eyes
I guess so
A democracy of passion that I will vote again in soon
City comes back into view
Pulling me back
to the shadows of mercy
and highs that I long to be a part of again
Take me away to the pass and the world it was
My beautiful highway
I shall never leave you again