

Games Workshop Games WorkshopGames Workshop by ~Slinkette
The store is packed and I am hindered by a forest of great, bulky growths. I try to remind myself that these growths - these mountains of unkempt hair and sweaty, undulating flesh - are people just like me, despite their fear of showers and social interaction. But its difficult; even though I know that, genetically speaking, our DNA is shockingly similar, I find myself repelled and appalled by their social systems, so very familiar but with dark, bitter differences. Their lack of hygiene is just the beginning, and I suddenly realize how much dedication Id have to show in order to get truly close to my subjects.


Audition Night Audition NightAudition Night by ~Slinkette
The amazing thing about an audition is the tension. It hangs thick in the air and ripe like fruit, juicy and quite probably forbidden. It must be, because people avoid it with everything: with their eyes, and teeth, and fingers. Actors talk like they take life by the balls and then avoid anything that might suggest they dont.
Theyre a very defensive bunch, actors. Take Steven, who sat a screen test, turned to the camera, and introduced himself: name, age, experience. The casting director asked him for a profile, and Steven - giving off an aura of enthusiasm, c


I Can't Write Bound by monotony, full frontal lobotomy, with struggle and strife from a life rife with harmony; I have no epiphany, so pity me; don't pity me, rip into me; open my eyes and let me see because all I have is a blank page; it's a shame and a cage; sans expression, no repression; I'm white and I'm rich so the world comes easily; I'm left with nothing to write, so look at me sleazily; don't pardon me when I sneeze, because every please and thank you makes it harder to release, until I scribble down dumb clichés in a book as empty as … who? Me? I look with nothing to see because I'm blind, an easy rider, slider. I grope with my hands because II Can't Write by ~Slinkette