A Short Film About Nothing

In FULL COLOR and FREE THREE-D (3-D).

It was upon musing
he became aware
of the shapes
of the cobwebs
that once
they
had hidden
 in the corners
of the timber
walls
as it became,
suddenly and surprisingly, apparent
to his mind
that stick
which he had held
was from a tree
with which
he dusted
with the feathery
end of an ostrich,
tied to a timber handle
from
the very same tree.
GK: 'Split the group
so that it's been
from both ends,
as though,
we're
in the center,
if obviously,
the same people."
End Transmission.
Heads,
roughly shaven.
One
with a black
pyramidal
tuft sponge of hair.
Left
by unobservant
beard-cutter.
The kid
who exited
the gym
was raided
on rage.
For looking.
With hatred, his face.

Guy,

"...(as in,
is still
going on
about band names...

For a good
90% of the time
-scene!)..?"
  
Pub Owner:

"This ain't no,
'Social Club Meeting
for the Ping-Pong Club!'"