In a small white room, on the white bed sheets put on the floor, a naked girl is combing her long long hair from behind with her Left Hand Black. She has her eyes closed. We see on her lips the mumbling.
SONATINE My name is Andrei I am 26 years old because under any subtle acoustic creation, the attentive beings secrete the sad silt. They save the flying birds that die daily on the crude pathways. And if these flights they would be chosen they would jump over the warm buzzing lines of the touched turnarounds.
She stops her combing and takes her head back and opens wide her mouth. She takes out her tongue. Drops of saliva fell from a BOY’s mouth into her’s. She closes her mouth very gentle. And so so softly, like falling into a sweet sleep she lies on the white sheets.
She takes off his pink wig. And then the glasses.
Under his clothes he has plastic under which there is blood. After she cuts away the clothes she cuts his plastic shield away.
He remains naked and bloody.
She pours gas over the clothes and set s them on fire.
Then, she takes a red thread and ties it to his cock, and measures it carefully to be on the earth with some longer thread. At the other end she ties the stone that he had in his mouth.
FEMA Its death of the thing that keeps you back. The one you try to overcome and become better. Here you can become everything.
Fema takes her hand away and uncovers her beautiful moist pussy.
LOQUE I am just one. One at one time.
FEMA No. You can be more. You can be all.
LOQUE No… no… no… no… no… I need me. I need mine. I need myself.
He gets closer and closer to the pussy. We see his erected cock getting near the pussy. From the back he trust in her. And as he trusts again and again he disappears. Only her bent legs remain and them get under the frame, relaxing.
In the frame from the left side enters the boy. And gets closer and closer to the Flesh. He is intrigued and fascinated by the soft warm piece of Flesh. The touches it. And plays with it. With the back muscles, with the buttocks. With the lines and lights and darkness on the flesh. He gets close with his face. He bites the flesh. He touches it with his tongue. And then hugs it with his cheek and with his eyes and whole face.
In an empty white room, APHO and REMUS are sitting one opposite to the other. Both naked and between them there are two bowls one white and the other red. Around her there is a circle made out of twigs and green leafs.
Apho takes from the white bowl and puts on Remus head. Making him dripping white all over. Then she puts her hands in the red bloody bowl and puts on his head the red blood.
Bodies born from the head
Fighting, Breathing from the water of knowledge
Running around the flowers of doom
In the night that shrieks of pain
One small light
Hidden in the sweet mud of torn bodies
In thick revenge smell of iron ore
Bodies and bodies and flesh without words
Lighted by the candle of the woman soldier
Of the woman mistress
Of the woman goddess
Light over the blind
Bewildered on the new
Breathless of the ecstasy
The woman fells in pieces among them
Among the breathless corpses
Their dieing teeth brake pieces of her rose flesh
Their bodies diseased with anew virus of life
I am almost finishing a screenplay for a feature micro-budget film called Apologia. Now we are in the stage of finding people ready to help us with some finance to start the process of production.
Tell me what do you think about this story? It would be great to get some feedback from you guys.
It all starts by looking down in deep waters and we see the title shining on the murky water. All of a sudden a white figure comes towards, us, towards the surface and comes out of the water. It is Jake. He swims to the shore where Gamma a little skinny girl is waiting. Jake comes out of the water but has no contact with Gamma, is like they are both unknown to eachother. And then we see trees moving in the wind, and big water flowing, and clouds and fog moving. In a dark room Otte is washing her paralyzed mother Imola. Near the bed on a simple chair there is the Professor, the confessor and adviser of Otte. The professor talks with Otte about living alone, and why it is impossible form Ottes body and mind. She wants to lose herself into another.
In the same night, in another part of town, Jake is working on 3 big monitors, at his research desk. Looking for something, trying to entangle an immense theoretical and scientific discovery. He thinks, he is bored, He works with passion. He lies on the floor. He throws papers away. In a dark corner of the room very quietly is Gamma. She ask Jake about why is she there, and they talk about the difference between object and vibrant presence. About a third existence.
Jake is sleeping and a computer message is waking him up and scares him. It is his friend Phil, also a scientist, that confirms him that his findings about a Global Magnetic Shift and thus physical laws in continuous change are correct. Phil invites Jake to come to their lab and work on it. Phil also confirms that the Shift is changing people’s behaviors and makes them weirder and more violent. Jake responds that he needs to save someone first, then he will go to them.
Jake goes to Otte’s home where she very hardly lets him in. She thought he was dead. She was just preparing herself something very raw and bloody thing to eat. He doesn’t want. They talk about their love for each other and how they keep it hidden. And how each one wants to become the other. Jake is let to stay only for one night. Otte calls the Professor and tells him that Jake is back. They make love. And while they have sex, Jake sees in her a sort of Trance that transforms her in a kind of Oracle. She speaks in a weird language for such a brief moment.
Next day, Otte is away with work and two Priests knock at the door. Jake naked sees them and to defy them opens the door to them. As the Priests its the Professor and Gamma. Jake doesn’t know either one of them. They talk about their new religion and the fact that they know about the Twisting of the Spirit of the World and that is why they will leave soon. Jake appreciates at them the complete passivity in front of death, he plays with a knife at the neck of one of them, and the fact that their discipline showed them what he found through science.
After they leave, Jake sees Imola’s room and enters. He looks at her and softly touches her. It all becomes an almost erotic touch of him with the paralyzed lady. He caresses her neck her face, her breasts and under the cover to her genitals. he kisses her skin, her cheek, her forehead. There is an almost spiritual communion between them. Her mouth slightly opens. But her eyes keep open and frozen. We see masses of birds and insects, masses of animals moving together in nature as smoke, as fluids, changing and revolving.
Otte comes back from work, she is exhausted. The world is going crazy, people fought in the metro. She tells Jake not to leave, because he is giving her so much peace. She tells him that they should leave. But there is nowhere to go. Jake tells her that he is sure something will happen. some enormous change will happen and they will travel without moving. She tells him he is crazy. And they again make love. And again Jake sees in her something weird during sex. A great transformation in her in her ecstatic moments. Like an out of body experience but in reverse. Like an implosion off all and a clearing of all in her body and face. Something real.
Next day at her work the Professor is there. He takes a coffee. And invites her to come with him. She can’t. He cuts his right side of the throat. Blood spills everywhere. Otte keeps on asking panicked, why why why? I feel like it says very peacefully the Professor/Priest. Imola is not in her bed. Otte kneels beside the blooding Professor as she were in her Oracle trance.
She is now back home. Jake looks at her how she has become someone else. She acts as an Oracle as the Professor maybe. She tells him how she felt like braking through herself and how now she feels different. And how she wants to help him. Because that is the real reason she sees in him, for him being there. Not love for her, but salvation for him. And we see masses of people moving, stumbling all over each other. Riots, panic, natural disaster.
Imola come out of abandoned concrete enormous toxic pool. Outside it there is Gamma. Imola doesn’t remember anything about herself, she is not hungry, she feels as she was flying all the way here. She speaks of eating nectar from the top of your mouth. Eating love. Gamma wants to know how it is that possible, she wants to do it as well. Imola enters her body through her foot sole and they go into another world where step by step Gamma is reduced to nothing.
At Gamma’s home. Imola is still absent as being away from her world. Like disconnected from her world. They drink their morning coffee. She tells Imola her dream. But Imola is not listening. Gamma asks if she could undress Imola today.
Otte appears to Imola and she frightens. Otte begins talking to Imola and Gamma even if she is the same room hears nothing, sees nothing. Is like Imola and Otte are in another world. Otte cuts Imola’s clothes while Gamma asks Imola about her memories, about her first memories in the world. Imola first speaks of nothing and black, then of an accident when she was 5 years old and all the boat she was on sunk with dozens of people.
After getting all naked Imola enters a trance where she is with Otte outside life – are we alive,no not yet. And then suddenly.
A pink and white beautiful and voluptuous Atomic Bomb goes off. The total war begins. But in beauty and silence. There is nothing violent about this Apocalypse.
Otte and Imola, outside all reality are alone in a beautiful forest where they have an imaginary picnic. They talk about the innocence of peasant girls and the fear of man’s penetration. Them two build a small fire and they play with it. We see skin and details of one body movement. Inside human. Micro human.
Until it becomes a white body choreography in an empty white space, something like an abandoned building. Something without a recognizing shape, neither nature neither human. Ruins of an old mind.
Her dance creates, and step by step we see from above how a white darkness transforms from nothingness back again into form and nature and living matter.And we enter a city on a mountain where at a terrace Jake and Gamma order. Jake for the first time is hungry. They talk about that the world never dies. It only revives itself. No matter what. No matter what.
I’ve just finished a 3rd short script. The 3rd gay artporn story.
It was #Rocco the story about the love between a man and his inner voice.
#Stone a magic trip of two guys that transform a stone in bread.
And now with #Routine about a sexdate between 2 str8 men, one at his first sex with a man, the other married and at his first love date.
It is so interesting how gay sex is much more magical than str8. I find that str8 sex is like a closed circle, that creates a world and that is the end of it. While gay sex is a continuum, an open state of things that can create and integrate in layers and layers of life and meaning.
Str8 is too too much complementary 😛
Unmade – are posts about what I would like to do and couldn’t find a way to do it. Either no performers or no financial possibilities. Usually no performers because my ideas are often too pornographic, too emotional, transgressive, too truthful without any possibility of hiding behind a controllable Persona.
Table at the window
It is very early in the morning. Its raining. Is like they woke up too early to get somewhere administrative. Now they enjoy their cup of coffee and silence. They are both in their home clothes, the ones they’ve been sleeping in.
Are we alive?
I don’t know.
You don’t believe in death, don’t you.
You have to live.
[As a teenager’s impatience and lack of knowledge, of conscience of death. They don’t know what that is, they cant identify with it]
Brona drinks his small cup of coffee. He looks upset outside the window. He doesn’t want to go anywhere.
I dreamed last night. I mean this morning. [I never dreamed anything since I was a child]
It must be because of this rain.
I dreamed that I was sleeping underwater. And I woke up scared and swam to the surface. It was a big pool in a ruined construction. And there was a little girl that helped me get out of the water. She said she was waiting for me. Crazy, no? And she asked me for the place of the gates of heaven, and I showed her. And I entered in her and became one with her. Crazy, no? But in the end she became dried, burned bushes. And I woke up. Crazy no?
Kosan likes his dream. It made him feel alive and pulsating. He was the gate keeper.
But the air in this room is dark gray. Brona has no reaction to him. Is like Kosan’s story is the most boring story ever.
They continue the silence, the coffee. The morning cold summer day. Continue reading ›
CASTING CALL for #Apologia, now with horror and +18 scenes.
I am looking for 1 boy and 2 girls, 26-35 yo.
[bucharest for 3 weeks in march ]
An interesting experimental crazy project, with me, as always crazy, weird, dangerous, unusual exercises, rehearsing, acting, filming techniques,
as well as being socially anxious and ascetic, don’t uses phone, has multiple layered identities, unstable, passive, too sensitive.
As always I prefer people that are out of the race for conformism and social approval.
As always it will disturb the normal ways of things. The normal good and bad division.
Also looking for an assistant with a lot of free time on his/hers hands.
There are no money for this project, and no crew. There will be only the actors and me.
The only help I can do is to pay for the plane ticket and I have a cheap small place to stay for all of us, the actual location for the filming too.
PSYCHOACTIVE MALFORMATION – a high angle camera that sees only the floor. On it pieces intermingled of humans dance a weird atonal dance. They are all naked, and all have one kind or another of a red stripe going somehow on their bodies. They are a single big organism, ecstatic, psychoactive vibrant. In some parts mouths and cocks are united in a play dance. Hands are grabbing floating open vaginas. Erect cocks dancing in the air.
Different speeds of each element. Slight change of color.
It is about the way we see a human as having human shape. And that we assume that shape as being fixed and incorporating only one individuality. But we are made of living pieces of many people all around us, be it mind, be it knowledge or emotion. We are a network of elements.
And all these elements are fitted together with the purpose to create that ecstatic experience of life. That mystic perception of magic time and space. That inner perception not of only one, but of the many.
All is permitted as long as the goal is PIETY
SOLO version – he
Is dark. There is a naked figure in the dark. We get closer and closer to it. He has in front of him a bowl with blood and in the blood a long thread, long as his body length. All around the blowl is white ash. He sits bent on the bowl easily hitting it. Dooong. Dooong. And then surrounding it with the stick to make a continuous vibration.
He is erected. Singing at the bowl. He stops singing and waits motionless for the sound to fade completely away. He then touches the ash, takes from it and puts on his face. An the 2nd time puts on his body. And 3rd time he puts on his cock. He bends over the bowl and puts his face in the blood. Out of it, in his mouth, he takes out the wet bloody thread. He comes up again and the thread touches his white chest. Things get mixed.
He masturbates in a weird painful dance with blood and ash. He cums. He cums in the bowl. Sperm dripping in the blood. He hits the bowl three time. Dooong. Dooong. Doooong. Waits motionless for the sound to disappear and takes very softly the bowl and drinks it all.
He is dazed, numb, like in a trance. On his face very very softly there is a smile [we start hearing the bowl’s long long sound]. He retreats in darkness and leaves us in the dark with the bowl and the ash all over the floor. And the sound.
————— DUAL version – he/she
She is on the street. A guy comes to her, they seem to know each other, or better said they seem to meet for the first time. There is nothing said. He takes out a small note and gives it to her. He hugs her and leaves.
At night, on a street with a dead end – from the back, a woman puts on a mask. A textile mask that leaves out only the mouth.
She enters a dark building and climbs the round stairs. On the hallways is dark. She enters a room where a man sits naked on the ground seems like sleeping.
She takes out of her bag a little container and puts on his hand a white powder. Is ash. Near his hand put a round Tibetan bowl. She takes out a little knife and at the other hand cuts his veins. She lets the blood dripping in the bowl.
She spits on his mouth – again and again until she has no more spit in her mouth.
His hand begins to move, she gets back, afraid. He opens his mouth and tastes the saliva on the floor . He feels the ash on his hand and begins playing with it. Still in the ground with his face to the floor, he puts ash on his face. He comes up and takes the ash down on his body. Continue reading ›