A SLICK SIX from CAMOUFLAGE COUNTRY By Ryan Ridge And Mel Bosworth Sitcom Stars Storm the Beach At nightfall we ran aground. Faint stars and fainter tails of comets like bullwhips. Passengers fainting face first onto the sand. Turn them like this. Good. Make it more like the movies. We eureka-ed the MDMA powder with vacuum-like precision and soon enough our hands joined like people who join cults join and afterward we said a little prayer that tonight would outshine the notion of night and that we would survive to tell the tale to some fat network execs and maybe even add a scene or two in our inevitable biopics and now the fainters were up and the bonfire was lit and just as the orgy was about to shift into the next gear we heard the sound of the sky slicing, gulls crying, and then we watched a helicopter white-knuckle it onto the beach. Out of the black bird popped a famous film director renowned for wearing dual eye patches every time he directs. Good. We are actors dammit, children who never ceased believing. Give us direction. READ MORE: tinhouse/blog/26322/a-slick-six-from-camouflage-country.html
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 23:07:10 +0000
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