I begin to write a script about
love.
the words pour out.
the dam breaks with ideas
overflowing on each new page.
I run out of ink,
I run out of paper.
the plot sickens.
the twists and turns get more
bizarre
and strange.
but it's all true, true
to the bone.
not a word needs to be changed,
altered,
embellished
or honed.
it's a tome of sorts.
a real life story,
an unbelievable tale that's
all true.
I call my agent and read him
chapter one.
he screams wow, this will
be a blockbuster.
i'm drawing up a contract now,
don't tell anyone.
I can almost hear him drool.
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