Excerpt from “Intensifying Hearts & Dreams”, season 17, episode 29

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Int: Swirling dreamscape

We are inside FRANK‘s green-grey dream. FRANK himself is floating slightly above the ground, spinning slowly in a circle. His face is fixed in a sadistic grin and never moves during the entire sequence, even when he is speaking.

FRANK

Hode, humb, middle my sums…

 

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DEALBREAKERS!!!

 

Dear Masons,

As a result of our analysis, everything points toward the supporters of Donald Trump being one of three things: a) blatant racists and to a varying degree believers of dirty nationalism (or Nazism as we used to call it in the ‘30s), b) cheap and unwilling to contribute to the beautiful thing called civilization (or pay taxes as we‘ve called it the last 3000 years) or c) people who identify strongly with the Republican party to an extent that the ‘R’ is an extension of themselves. Continue reading

Ask three fellows, special election edition. Would you vote for…

Would you vote for…

Jesus Josefson, carpenter, triple-schizophrenic, freelance saviour and magical wizard

jesus.png…this candidate, mr. Donald Trump? I have been following his political career closely, for I am the light and the glory. I would point out some things, blessed readers, that I have found interesting in my sacredness. First off, mr. Trump wishes to erect a wall to keep out the people of Mexico and to restrict entry into his fine country from people of the most unblessed Muslim faith. Now, you might think that these things are needlessly stringent, but here I disagree, for the meek shall inherit the earth. Continue reading

Excerpt from “Intensifying Hearts & Dreams” – season 16, episode 9

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Int: the Gastronomy Institute, seclusion chamber.

FRANK is in the room, alone. He is sitting in a special chair, his limp frame propped up by various wires and contraptions. The chair sits inside a complex, oval MEDICAL POD that monitors his existence. FRANK’s mind is connected to gastronomical devices through a tube sticking out of his brain stem. His hands are bandaged, his skin is pale, and his eyes are completely white. He sings-

FRANK

Ho hum, diddle and dumb –

Singing a soong in a hospital roongm –

Where is the future, where is the past? –

Have the vultures made off with my mystical staff? –

Staff in the sense of personnel, you see –

Not a magic cane that could delight you and me.

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