SCENE I: "More Than A Breath"
...I wasn't necessarily thinkin' I was gonna wake up and challenge every atheist under the sun. In fact.....what I said wasn't even said for them. It wasn't even said for other believers of God. It was me, sending a message to myself. Funny thing is..........I can have an intelligent conversation with ANYONE, regardless of what they believe.
KEY WORD: Intelligent
But on that particular day...when I asked "How are you Breathin'?".......the answers ranged from ignorant sarcasm to just plain nastiness. I lot of the replies were hateful.........but a couple, were pretty interesting...so I truly engaged the conversation. Me...and another adult, with different beliefs......different opinions, agreeing to disagree. And I appreciated that. Part of the reason I engaged the conversation is because, the main character in my screenplay, The 7-Day Theory does not believe in God...or that he exists. The other reason I engaged is, because I truly wanted to understand the point of view of a person who does not believe in God. But like I said...I got, maybe 75 replies...and 73 of those assholes were straight up idiots in their approach. Only TWO...answered with sum form of intellect. You DO the math...
...I stepped outside & had a smoke today. Itz killin' me. But...........in my addiction to a blue box, with 20 sticks of death, I stepped outside and took a breath. The air was crisp....but not frozen. Me and my friend took a walk as I puffed, looking at the snow.....watching a 727 scream down the runway at the Indianapolis Airport. And in that moment.......as I was listening to her on my right.......I was contemplating my fate on the left. Like.......in 365 days, on December 21, 2011.......what will be my status in the world. I'm a half a breath away from yo mama knowing my name..........yet anonymous, just the same. Quietly going about my mission........my mission from God. My mission to EFFECT the world...thru song.......thru film.......thru writing.......and thru photos. And itz funny to me........how people will attempt to "mold" you in the way their mind defines you, never realizing that...as Shawn Carter once stated...
"You were who you are before you got here."
So every time I take a breath............several things take place. One, I creep closer to my inevitable demise. Two, I step one breath closer to realizing my dreams. And Three.......
SCENE II: "Her Opus"
...And three times she denied the fact that the warmth of his smile was exactly what she lacked. Not to be confused for weakness..............she's never weak. Itz simply to say that.........well, love is in need of love today.
She didn't wear a mask, per se, but she was adept at masking her desires. She didn't need a man to succeed......so her timeline was never based in the land of greed.......that place where broken bitches banter over bitches brew brandishing broken hearts while masturbating blatantly bashing bastards they wish they could call...
"Baby."
No........her's was not greed, nor was it based on maybes. She had a lust for love and a love for lust. She was the uninhibited misses, comfortable in her dress & heels..........comfortable in her satin under garments and stilettos...........comfortable, with no clothes at all.
She denied the warmth of his smile, three times............but she never denied the fantasies about the warmth of his..............................she imagined him, pinning her against the window, 25 floors above downtown Manhattan, taking her from behind....with her face pressed against the window for clarity......him pulling her hair to prove his point. She imagined................pushing her ass back to meet every forward motion thrust he would share................until the skyline she was looking at, turned upside down.....placing the street below in the air........and the skyline at her feet. And since she's a pimp....in her own rhyme........she imagined making him, insert his tongue in places, most deem "illegal" to speak about........freely. She imagined him sucking her pedicured toes like they were candy. She imagined making him massage it with his tongue so long.........she wanted to taste herself...
...She imagined him introduce her to the "greatest orgasm" ever experienced..............but then she realized: He doesn't even know her name.
...To Be Continued.
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
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