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SETTING:
A Battlefield.....after the day’s carnage is done. A lone
Roman Centurian, Flatulus, enters. He stands over the body of a
fellow warrior
FLATULUS:
How couldst one describe such a pillar of artistic grandeur as
is our Kimball
Carr?
Would that I were but
a piece of rumpled parchment I would proclaim to the sun my
honor at being among fair
Kimball’s many scriptings for television, film, industrials,
and interac-tive video.........
Would
that I were a rugged directer’s chair I would shout to the
moon and stars my invitation for
him to but bend me- fold me- sit upon me- and use me to fashion
all his glorious con-structs (such as his digital, full-length
feature,”Six Bullets-7 Strangers”....currently available
for viewing on ‘Ifilm’)...........Would
that I were a former, critically acclaimed, comic book series
entitled “Shadow Agents”
I would declare aloud to the very
rocks and trees that ‘twas the genius of Master Carr which
gave me my life, breath, and
soul..........
And
would that I were a monumentally pompous and pretentious ego I
would demand of my biographer,”Write
my Twistedshorts bio as though ‘twere writ by the Bard of
Avon; good Will
Shakespeare himself”..........
I am, however, not but mere
mortal. Thus, I can do no more than to softly implore,”Oh
Kimball.......good Kimball.......uncuff me from this penman’s
desk- and with my fetters loosed do
bid me take my leave, my liege. Alas, my work here is now
done....
(and
he exits ) |