I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE I'LL DIE TOMORROW

so ill admire their feathers

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

screenplay

he walks to the garage to return the shovel and somehow falls asleep in a wheel barrow. He wakes up when she comes home from work. the garage door opens and she pulls the car in. he rubs his eyes and tries to stand up. he fails to stand and falls on concrete. she sees this from inside her car. she rushes out of the car to help him, but he stands up on his own. an open wound on his forehead covers half of his face in a warm, lush blood.

you're back, he says. i missed you.
why do you do this to yourself?
what? this? (gets blood on his hand. wipes on shirt)
let's get you cleaned up.
he starts crying and embraces her, getting blood on her shoulder. she holds him while he sobs. His sobs lighten and he begins to kiss her neck. he suddenly fondles her breast. she pushes him away, repulsed.
what's wrong with you?
honey...i...
no, don't...
she gets in her car and starts the vehicle, he is staring at her the whole time.
don't do this!


after she leaves, he stumbles into the house and turns on television. he watches a short segment of old nature footage. a monkey pees on himself, all over his face. he laughs aloud. there is no one in the house but him. after finally noticing the blood on his head, he decides to bathe. he lays in the bathtub, turns the water on, and plugs the drain. as the tub slowly fills, he eases himself in the warm water. relaxed, he tries to masturbate in the bathtub for a while before he passes out in place. the faucet keeps going. he never wished to die like that, but this is how he died, failing to masturbate before passing out, dying in his sleep with a hand on his softening penis. they would find him, weeks later, his mailbox stuffed with overdue notices.

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