SLAKE SEZ

SLAKE SEZ from Jessica Gilmore on Vimeo.

We're Beautiful - Craig Emonds

features craig and liz. hope you like it. if not, kick rocks!

so, i write songs. matter of fact, i'm working on a musical. dunno how it's going to come together, but here are some songs i've written for it:

you’re so mean
you’re so cruel
And I’m such a goddamn fool
To love you
The way I do

I suffer each and everyday
Try and cry as I may
Deep in my bones
you’ll stay

I bear your cross
And I bear mine
And I breakdown all the time
From carrying
such a heavy load

Suffering in this misery
I can’t eat and I can’t sleep
Cuz if I do
I dream of you
With someone new

you’re so mean
you’re so cruel
you see me on my knees
pleading for clemency
I kick and scream
For you to release me

I suffer each and everyday
Try and cry as I may
Deep in my bones
you’ll stay

I wish I could forget you
I wish I never met you
You lied to me
You lied so sweet

You’re in my bones
This pain won’t go away
Until you’re home

Oh, please come home
Just please come home
I’ll be good, I’ll sweet
Anything you want, I’ll be
Just come on home.
Come back home.
Please come home.

here's a country and western version of it:
You’re in my bones
I try to drain you out
Through my teary eyes
And runny nose

But you’re in my bones
It’s a prison in my skin
I fight so hard
And rave so long
Up against them cold, iron bars

Locked up in my misery
Stomach too tight
And I can’t eat
I just weep myself to sleep
But all I ever seem to do
is dream of you
With someone new

Stay up all night and cry
Wishing that I could die
Lie down in the road and die

And you’re so meanAnd you’re so cruel
And I’m such a doggone fool
To give my heart
To a heartless man like you

I saw you only yesterday
With another girl,
you couldn’t wait
Until my eyes had dried

Cried so hard, I was blind
I could barely find
my way on home
Threw myself down on my bed
Cried until my eyes turned red
Thinking of all the things you’ve said
All those sweet nothings
and pretty little lies

Has she heard them yet?
Or did she get a different set of trickery?
You lied to me
You lied so sweet

And you’re so mean
And you’re so cruel
And I’m such a doggone fool
To give my heart
To a heartless man like you
But you’re in my bones
Gimme back my heart
I’ll rip that wretched thing apart
And scatter those pieces in the wind
Cuz I never wanna love again

And you’re so mean
And you’re so cruel
And I’m such a doggone fool
To give my heart
To a heartless man like you

here's another, i don't think it's done yet:
All the boys I loved before
They don’t love me anymore
And I guess I only got myself to blame

I love too hard
And it always hurts the worst
Stuck suffering in my pain
Left shivering in the rain
All alone, waiting for the train

Gotta catch my train
Won’t miss my train
Can’t miss my train
Gotta catch my train

All the boys I loved before
They don’t love me anymore
But why the hell should I give a fuck about that?
I crossed my arms and turned my back
Waiting for my train to leave the track

I can’t miss my train
Won’t miss my train
Can’t miss my train
Won’t miss my train

All the boys I loved before
I don’t love them anymore
I’ve been laughing through my pain
Go out dancing in the rain
Bought a one-way for the train

I can’t miss my train
Won’t miss my train
Can’t miss my train
Won’t miss my train

so, what do you think? what say you, boo?

Shrieking Violet

I got soft lips
but i also have hard fists
that will turn your ass into a bloody mess

Blue Haikus

I am only ripe
and fertile to bear bitter
fruit for you to eat

if i could, i would
sacrifice my pride, but then
i would have nothing

i never knew hate
until i knew you and now
it is all i know

you'll fly far, my dear
darling, but please don't fly too
far and forget me

you purr for me so
sweetly, my little pretty
kitty pussycat

i am the troll who
lives under the bridge and scares
the poor billy goats

bitch, i've got no time
to hear you crying on the
phone, so just shut up

that spider in his
web watches all that i do,
his eight eyes transfixed

school is the bitch that
habitually beats my
ass. she can get fucked.

that boy is very
good-looking, but he doesn't
look at me. pity

"BITCHS GET NO WHER"
was written on the bus seat
I don't think that's true

no one told me
that i'm a fancy clown. That's
why they laugh at me

all the spiders in
my stomach started to crawl
around inside me

i can't stand it when
that spider crawls all around
my back. drives me nuts

Highschool Lover

jailbait me
statutory rape me
pull up my skirt and spank me
as i spread across your knees
you've got candy in your pocket
and my sweet tooth wants a piece

RE: Pieces Don't Fit Anymore

this "acted" out.

Sketches

Lately, (really, for about a week), I've been doing some sketches of faces. There aren't a lot right now, but I think this is going to be a hobby for me, so there'll be more.

This is what started it. For my Writing for RTVF class, we had to draw a sketch for the protagonist of our screenplay. I was originally trying to draw Tim Robbins (from Jacob's Ladder), but he turned into Dan Heyada, but after some cleaning, I think he now looks like Clive Owen/Harvey Keitel.

This was supposed to be a girl, but now, it looks a little like Remy LeBeau...

This is another attempt at a girl, but I'm having trouble because she looks a little tranny. It might be her lips, I dunno. Then, there's the trouble with hair...

Pieces Don't Fit Anymore

Here's something I wrote in my Writing for Radio/TV/Film class. The assignment was to choose one of eight scenarios and write a two-page dialogue. I chose a scene where a guy tries to break up with his girlfriend:

INT.KIRK’S CAR. STREET. NIGHT

KIRK drives with DAKOTA as his passenger. She is unnaturally quiet as she looks out of her window. Of course, this is a bad sign. When the light turns red, he looks at her.

KIRK
Are you upset or something?
DAKOTA does not return his gaze.

DAKOTA
(coldly quiet)
No, I’m fine.

KIRK
(beat)
Are you sure?

DAKOTA crosses her arms and legs, maintaining her attention outside and elsewhere.

DAKOTA
(bitingly cold)
I think I know
how I feel.
KIRK nods dryly and returns his focus on the road as the light turns green. The car quickly fills with dreary, angry silence. After a long beat, he tries again.

KIRK
Y’know my uncle Frank?
(beat)
He has a limp?

DAKOTA
(disinterested)
Yeah?

KIRK
He was in Vietnam. While he
was there, he got an open sore
on his foot and it got
infected.
(beat)
They had to tie off the
circulation in his foot and
cut it off at the ankle to
save the rest of his leg.

DAKOTA
(dryly)
Thanks for sharing.

KIRK
I said that, to say this:
In spite of what your friends
say and whatever you think,
I do care about you and
I want you to be happy, but
I’m sick of this.

She finally looks at him, only getting the side of his face.

DAKOTA
So, you just want
to break up?

KIRK
I want to tie this thing off
and cut it before it gets any
worse. There’s no reason why
this can’t end cordially.

He turns to look at her at the red light.

DAKOTA
I see your point, but that
story was a little unnecessary,
don’t you think?
Green light. KIRK sighs as he turns to watch the road.

KIRK
(tiredly)
Well, at least you get my
point.

#BITCH, GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY CAR#

Dolores' Day

So, here's the movie I made for my final in my film production class. It's about a girl having a really bad day...ENJOY!

Tell me what you think!
#just don't be an asshole. there's being frank and being a dick, make the right choice#