tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40243449576035291622024-03-08T09:44:29.174-08:00UnscriptedUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-55403234166532460332012-05-04T22:00:00.000-07:002012-05-04T22:03:02.054-07:00Here for You<span style="font-size: large;">I'm a lone wolf, that's true but I still feel love seeping through. So, maybe who I am is o.k. Someone who cries yet doesn't make a sound. What I want more than anything is to make a change; want to make you happy, tell you you're not strange. True, I'm a little weak; howling at the moon because I can't speak. Those words that would make us all complete. I'm a lone wolf eager to be tame; excuse me stranger, can I take away your shame? Do you ever feel like screaming cause your feet won't hit the ground? Does it ever frighten you when you don't hear that simple phrase; does it ever enrage you when others won't engage? If you're broken-down and your heart's torn in two; it's alright any night, I'm a lone wolf waiting here for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Dedicated to every lonely soul also a promise to write more for any and all who call for comfort.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-86422585386947700022012-04-27T21:41:00.001-07:002012-04-27T21:41:39.891-07:00Kiced's cruelty<br />
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rat: His fowl gore floods my life. In my minds eye my wrath beats his perverted
views. I Chesney wish with all my God given power that his days are filled with
every misery he has brought to my soul: All who are kin to this rat like gnome
shall put him in the deepest agony. Future lovers will find his baby-maker tiny
and lifeless. I Chesney am the queen of virtue and I stand above all women. You
shall never call me what I am not Earogon-Kiced, for I Chesney beauty incarnate
better the world, and better all; for your sight unseen you shall fall! No one will
hear your cries or answer their call! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Any misspelling's are to be blamed on math</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-88336112033911434062011-05-03T20:11:00.000-07:002011-05-04T11:26:56.275-07:00One nation under God; How about one world under Good?<span style="font-size:130%;">I am not a mystic and I don't want to shove my belief's down your throats. I am instead going to ask you a question: Who rules the world? In asking this hungry readers; I tell you that there's no right or wrong answer, but I have a theory: Families. Most people I observe don't think as a unit outside of Churches, book clubs, theaters, and Families. There is too much self in the word family: We say; my Mother, my Brother, My sister and so on. What if, all we're really saying is, mine. Ownership; I've heard it spoken in wedding vows: Do you take this woman to be <em>your</em> wife? Do you take this man to be <em>your</em> husband? I have to say I've seen rings and legal contracts signed, but I have yet to see a couple biologically fused. Now, to the point: Even if we have relationships and families; our thoughts are mostly for ourselves. If I grieve, when I do it's for my family and friends. There's guilt in that fact for me. I say we as humans help any and all of our kind, not just our kin. I'm currently trying to find ways to help Kentucky and Alabama. That's what I was thinking of today. Oh, wait a minute; who's helped America? Japan! Their people make nearly all of what we buy; of all the humans on this earth lets just face it, they have us beat in the intellect department. You're going to say Lone, you can't fix everything. I agree, I can't fix all our problems, completely. I intend to do what I can though. So, I'm asking for names of trust worthy organization's if you know of any. This is Lone wolf saying: Let's take the me out of we, and become a whole family. This has been an Unscripted view on life Not a judgement. We apologize for any and all misspellings and (or), poorly written prose.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-33216470365806655872011-04-23T13:26:00.000-07:002011-04-30T11:23:16.614-07:00City of Fallen angels review: Ties that Bind.<span style="font-size:130%;">Simon can't tell up from down these days; he's just crossed too many lines: The kid's not what you would consider cool, ( average look wimp build doesn't rock the club scene) but dig this; he's got two girlfriends! Maia's the sweet innocent type most of the the time, when her wild ware wolf nature isn't throwing her little Ms. meek demeanour to the curb. Oh, I should shut it about Maia cause Izzy's about to roll in: This ball and chain's a battle axe, and I ain't spitten no expression neither. She's a lean, mean, kick ass teen. What else would you expect from a shadow hunter? You heard right, the chick smokes demons. So the scene is set: Simon's drinkin coffee in a plastic chair; his flash back to the old day's brought on by the diner with it's chessy cardboard vampire his flash-back stop's short when she glides into a seat across from him. " Would I even exist to her if I wasn't a Vampire?" Yep, our friend Simon is a Vamp, but thanks to the raven haired fox now giving him a hundred watt grin; not the chessy sort: His new leather, and philosophic T-shirt look jives with her Trench coat, flirt-skirt, and fish-net stocking motif. As Mr. mojo goes into a joke run, doin a "Sesame Count" bit; Iz catches wind of two ichor buffet's. It turns out Simon's been summoned by their Master; forced to take a metting, leaving Izzy more than manic. After his meeting with a babe of creep show clan leader; sacked out Simon is home, and before he knows what's good for him he's dialing his childhood friend and flame Clary. He'd fallen for this artistic fire bomb once upon a no chance dream, but Jace locked that door with a deadbolt. "<em>Jace." </em>With chiseled looks, blond hair, and wierd golden sheened eyes; he'd stolen Clary's heart. Now, while Simon's spilling his guts over Iz and Maia; the word "exclusive" is tossed up. Sitting on a balance-beam above it all, Clary's mind snages on what that word means to her: To be with Jace forever and always; a typical dame's wish, which she's half-way achieved. Jace as her Shadow hunter trainer has an almost all-access pass. As professional as they both try to be, they're magnet's. Listening to Simon blab about his love life held her interest, and she pointed out her mom's wedding as a prime sign that he needed to put it to rest and pick one already. This fact hadn't so much as nudged his noggen; they'd both want to go. When Clary muttered something about jumping off a beam to her probable doom, and hung up knowing Simon felt her reality; Jace stood at center ring. Even if he didn't like her nerd friend; she was happy to plunge into his arms. Ah, love... doesn't it just make you want to gag? I'm only jabbering about it because it'll soon be evils number one weapon. So, we march on to a new-be in Simon's band, (could this get any closer to the twilight zone?) Kyle comes jay-walkin out of thin air wanting to be the band's lead singer. Clary declares his manly draw and the guys like his sound. To Simon this dude kind of gives off a strange vibe, but he pushes the feelin back for the sake of the band. What follows is a new bond and a crashers life for our buddy Simon: Secretes revealed, hearts torn, and it only fits; a battle to keep the ties that bind. This is J.L. Insomniac sayin: Snore later, sore now. This has been an Unscripted production of Cassandra Clare's "City of Fallen Angels." Any and all character names, terms, and references to scenery were used for the reader's benefit. City of Fallen Angels review: Ties that bind, written by: J.L. Insomniac. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-59769431009246056132011-04-21T14:52:00.000-07:002011-04-22T21:24:11.870-07:00MS. Guided: Zombie Lover review<span style="font-size:130%;">A pleasant maiden of the Black crest is caught taking rest upon a bed for wishful brides to be. (Although this fact is unknown to this young lady only fifteen.) The Zombie King seeing her healthy glow decides a kiss shall he bestow; thus evoking struggle and her cries of, no! In spite of her protests also waving her age; he implores, "You are fit and sharp of wit, the perfect wife."<br />Yet, in the mind of this maiden it is all for not, Her immediate thought: "<em>You sicken me</em>!" Sends her into a panicked flee from this creature of rot: Although her origins are mundane, within this magical realm she carries a gift, through the pitch black night her site can sift. Her fear and haste lead to a forest gone mad; where an old friend is found, a mare of dreams. Told of a magician to whom answers are wares, tasks currency. What duty she'll perform she has not a care, but in traveling far there are many dangers to fare. However, things are not as bad as they seem, for the mare will accompany her vie daydream. While on her quest to avoid becoming queen, this untame beauty opens her eyes, and gazes at a self unseen.<br />Jilted by his intended yet undeterred; The King of Zombies sends his entire kingdom to capture her. When word of the aroused brain dead reaches the three Lords of the main territory their thoughts turn to the Zombie Master. " If anyone knows what this half brained scheme is about it's surely him, said the eldest. Knowing that time is of the utmost importance due to a mysterious wedding marked for two weeks hence, the three lords set off toward Castle Decay. Their journey is shortened by one lord's shape shifting gift. ( Assuming the Character of a stone bird he allows the others onto his back for transport.) As leisurely their trek, the more bleak the news: "The Master is on leave, searching for a more fitting Zombie world," informed the master's wife. "His absence could explain the stir", the youngest noted aloud. "What?" Asks the wife, for this news to her. Having the lords fill her in, calls to thought an aspect left thin; "He isn't traveling the usual way." Seeing confusion playing on the faces of her guests; she quickly adds, we think travel during slumber best." Thus begins the quest of the three lords, and their ascent to frightening, but fascinatingly odd word's that show different natures of the same core.<br /><br />My view: I see " Zombie Lover," as a matured "Alice in Wonderland." While keeping with the theme of adventurous journeys through magical realms; Piers Anthony brings readers to the brink with playful puns, and strong characters that tease us with not only imaginative solutions, but also their brassy suggestive speech. Not to be out shined the land Xanth has bounties of glamorous treats such as Pie trees and clothes hedges. As well as its own trickster persona Where terms like <em>embarrassing </em>could cause you to shiver, and a <em>Paradox</em> can leave you in a submerging bind. Now, let us come back to the word suggestive... "Are there a few naughty phrases that adults could riddle out? " I take great pleasure in telling you; Yes! In this, is where the fun crouches to pounce my hungry readers. Although I wouldn't recommend this tale to a well sheltered youth; I'd let an avid teen reader, and definitely a fire cracker of twenty and up take a gander. " Are there sexual scenes?" There are a subtle few, but art is the mirror of life and I don't know anyone who hasn't had a flash of mom in the shower: You shudder, say oh yuck, and life goes on. The basic facts are: "Zombie Lover," is a tale of growing into your own, whether you're a stubborn teen learning the boundaries, and when and if it's right to push them, or an adult struggling with old temptations. This novel turns depth to a light of childlike wit that will make you laugh, cry, and think with your heart. Any references to terms, quotes, scenery fictional or non were used for the readers benefit; in order to explain or enhance the subject written above. "Zombie Lover is the work of Piers Anthony. This review has been an Unscripted production written by: Lone wolf. This post was only a Fan's view of a novel and nothing more. As always... Happy hunting.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-1270562012767131262011-03-17T19:56:00.000-07:002011-03-18T20:10:36.551-07:00A friendly love songFriend is not a word to take lightly when loves a burning flame. Waking up from a nightmare I almost screamed out your name. Well tell me what good does dreamin or screamin do; when we're talkin about a man who sees life in the rear view. Every mournin she openend's her eyes to the dawn; wanders where he's going or if he's already gone. Nothing useful here so she shifts the gear, thinking I'll live my life today; tonight I'll light a candle and pray. All through the day she looks around, there are people laughing; is it love they're soaking in? Picking up the phone, she tries to think of something other than; buddy how you been? When a voice whispers from within... Friend is not a word to take lightly when loves a burning flame. Wake me up from this nightmare; oh can't you hear screaming out your name? I understand where my place is on your map, but could you ease my mind; as you leave this road behind. Glance back baby I'm holdin a flame; smiling proud as I call your name...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-88771561653040584422011-03-08T15:40:00.000-08:002011-03-08T17:52:33.887-08:00Anthony Rapp-- "Losing My Religion"<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pEg_h9D7yFc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-18308099713004489332011-03-05T15:28:00.000-08:002011-03-08T17:55:17.682-08:00Lamb and LionNo, we are not the same the Lamb and the lion. You can curse me for hanging on, but can't blame me for tryin. I've gotta say it's hard to watch the lightning go from your soul, but I have to thunder on; that's all I am in your shadow. As you break-away I'm losing part of who I've always been. Is it a sickness or a sin to love what's in the dark; bleeding life within. You, you're laying down, giving up the fight, and I could tell you it's wrong, but I'm too weak to give you that news... Brother it's all in what you choose. What am I? What.. am I to.. you? Oh, what am I? What am I to do? You're completely deaf to my cry and plea. "We're Family." When we were young we helped each other fly. Now, today you won't tell me why. Why, you walked away without a blink of an eye. So, the Lamb becomes the Lion, the lightning and thunder... Once I heard your roar, laughed with it. Yeah, it made me sore... Your hunger is no more. Brother, we both loose, why doesn't that make you cry? Tell me this we're family doesn't that make you feel... Anything? Any... thing...? Brother, you make me want to scream! Instead of sing... Instead of sing...<br /><br /><br /><br />Note on the video: I picked the version of R.E.M.'s "Loosing my religion" because I believe it's the most viewer friendly. The song's beat inspired the tone of my poem. The rest; I did alone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-79315031858366723532011-03-01T15:19:00.000-08:002011-03-01T15:24:55.581-08:00The Beatles - Things We Said Today (2009 Stereo Remaster)<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ox0p9chV6WM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-46493428011080831222011-03-01T13:03:00.000-08:002011-03-01T15:43:22.009-08:00In honor of T&t-DayHave we said all we have to say; has the once blue sky turned to gray? Would you sing me a song my dear, make the pain disappear. If I could say those words not so simple, but true; would it change your point of view? I'd play your star and grant your every wish; if you'd say: The sky's still blue there's not a cloud in sight, don't worry babe; time hasn't slipped away and everything's alright. I've heard it told as life goes by, you must move on, memories grow tired and old. Well, forgive me if I'm not sold; I'd like to stay. Oh just because I'm speechless, that doesn't mean the feeling has gone astray. Hey-hey, hey, hey yeah... I remember the light in your smile, the heart in your laugh; that'll never fade like an ending note. No, oh no... I can't forget the lines you wrote. So, don't you tell me we've said all we have to say; please don't let go, and turn my blue sky gray. Sing me a song my dear, go back to the past if only for today. These words simple and true; the greatest feeling... Hey-hey, hey yeah... I love you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dedicated to Tony Moran forever my friend. Happy anniversary buddy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-88332693989122405482010-11-29T15:08:00.000-08:002010-11-29T15:12:54.843-08:00Anthony Rapp "out out damn spot"<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-aoQsH5L5NE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-30274757486419248842010-11-28T15:52:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:12:01.883-08:00Wolf's note to readers.Please read the written material before you watch the video below "Ben/Max" in order to gain more incite into the connection between it, and "Lone's note to the world" I will leave you now with the hunger for the hunt, a instinct to heal, and a thirst to howl; as always,<br />Happy hunting.<br />Lone wolf<br /> @ Unscripted<br />Logan code:<br /> Wheels rhythme_626 J-72o-90Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-42662862401526220292010-11-28T14:31:00.000-08:002010-11-28T14:59:35.551-08:00Dark Angel-Somewhere I Belong(Ben/Max)<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yQQVzaZ1Nz0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-16719355444780950842010-11-28T10:13:00.000-08:002010-11-28T15:37:33.091-08:00Lone's note to the worldWhen you cry the world; it rejects you. When you scream the world; it doesn't respect you. So, you close the door to your personal passions: Your hungers, your needs, and dreams. Rise up from the ashes of their fire; grow up when they cut you down! When you see through a screen taking in the scenes; while the actor's think they're getting what they want or deserve... Throw them a curve! Look up while they look away; playing the games that they play, and know that you're not the one alone. Yeah... They're in a fake zone. I've seen, and I can hear every shout and every tear of the one's like me. Hey, I've gotta secret that could set you free. Leave their lives be, take the good out of what's seen; even if it's sad: Create a world that's real; a heaven that they can't steal because the body; that doesn't matter. The heart, the soul, and your mind you can control. Yeah, be the light for the people lost in the wood, give a hand for those misunderstood: To you in the cold corner; express yourself, you'll get warmer. If you're in a place where fortune is shoved in your face just step back and be your own star and know you'll rock the world someday. If you work hard the pain fades. No, you're not only one; you can go out into the sun, or spot-light. Don't you give up the fight.<br />Note: This is for anyone who feels, depressed, disrespected, hurt or angry. It may not be perfect, but we are not perfect and that is what makes us stronger. You are welcome here, and if you don't find what you need...<br />Happy hunting.<br />Lone wolf<br />@ Unscripted<br />Logan down code:<br />Y not say it: Love to the Max Sammy h.o.t-x5_720-10Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-65868273927646521812010-11-22T12:32:00.000-08:002010-12-02T14:28:08.079-08:00J.L. Insomniac's Note to readersJ.L. Insomniac here, I've come in early to inform you that we're experiencing some computer difficulties at the Unscripted home base. Those of us at Unscripted assure each of you that you'll get all the entertainment promised as soon as these problem's are resolved. You'll be hearing from Mr. Blues, (The character.) There are many things to enjoy here at Unscripted, and it is our hope that your spirit's will be lifted. So, take a cruise and peruse the Oldies and Goldies we have here for you. It doesn't matter what crew you're with, or the color of your skin; not even what religion your in: There's a place for any and all; no, your heart will never fall at Unscripted because this is a rockin and rollin all around cool place, where it's safe to Jam. Now, it's time for me to hit the sack cause day light gets me off track.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-41097396501327651182010-11-16T14:49:00.000-08:002011-03-10T19:23:18.921-08:00Life: A little song and DanceHere and now I'm a little off balance, and a little out of my head. Here and there's the dusk without the dawn in sight. Now, I have to say I'm a little dizzy from the fight; let's call it life. Life! Where the show has to go on whether you've got the charm. Life! You've set the stage Christina, and parents; they all want a little song and dance. A chance to have a piece of the pie, to say hey I'm the reason that kid can fly; No! I don't think so; their expectations are just a little to high. Life, wants to knock me down, but I won't let it. Love, I may as well forget it for now. Why, because I don't know how that works; I was taught to settle for the least. If you get enough, call a Judge not the Priest...! Here and Now at twenty years old; my heart's filled with more guilt than with gold. It's a cliche, and sometimes a doom but if I still have the room; I'll say... Even if you're a hack of an act and you'd like to be sacked. "Let it go." Life's a funny scene; Death? Well, you don't get any reception on that channel; who wants to listen to static?<br /><br />Note: This little song and dance is my own "Out out Damn spot," meant to be taken as a one man show. It still needs work.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-47807972674842844662010-11-14T12:16:00.000-08:002010-11-21T12:48:59.472-08:00Let life be a fantastic flame of fun!J.L Insomniac here, I've come out of the dark to bring a little spark to you all. I was chatting with wolfie last night about the wonders of the woods at night: The soft pleasantly damp earth beneath your feet-(paws), the haunting glow of a full moon; so helpful when stalking prey. The caressing breeze combing through your hair-(fur). When the wind rises it carries many gifts to lift the heart, but the best of them for wolfie are the smells. The way Lone tells it there's a village that's on the edge of Rosealy wood by the name of partylite. Strange name for a village, I know but wolf says the name emanates from the orbs of light that the villagers put <span style="color:#ffff00;">up on</span> their window sills every night. Wolf was drawn out of the basic hunting grounds toward the incredible smells. Lone's first thought was food, but as the scent's grew stronger Lone's keen nose zeroed in on the chief source of the enchanting aroma's; where the high-priestess of perfume awaited. Lone did not see this woman as prey, but a keeper of calm and giver of warmth. When asked her name she introduced herself as Teresa Garren, and invited Lone in for a drink. Being a civilized wolf, Lone accepted; allowing for nice conversation and the pick of her stock. Well as you can see this lady made quite an impression on my friend; because Lone wolf commissioned a path through the hunting ground in Rosealy wood.<br />Well readers there's too much to be said, I'll sleep when I'm dead.<br />Note: The video posted ties in with this story in order to promote the selling of Candle's. The song "Would you light my Candle" is from the movie Rent, and contains adult content.<br />An Unscripted production by J.L. Insomniac in association with Lone wolf. This story inspired by: Teresa Garren <a href="mailto:t_reba64@yahoo.com">t_reba64@yahoo.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-68738797465140397392010-11-14T12:11:00.000-08:002010-11-14T12:13:26.220-08:00Light My Candle - RENT Movie<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urfB-_iX-gE?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urfB-_iX-gE?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-74234610030798247632010-11-12T17:55:00.000-08:002010-11-13T09:51:21.402-08:00True Heart'sHello I think I love your soul. If that's crazy I don't want to be sane because I've been driving down a lonely lane. We can share our pain, and I could make you laugh. We'll smash our sorrow's along with the looking-glass. I'll tell you a story and you'll be the song to my play. The day to day goes by, and I don't have to ask why or what's the reason you lift me up, help me fly. We're kindred spirit's and it's enough. Catrina I call you the loving one cause from the beginning that's all you've done. You didn't run or hide from me, just like that we were family. Nothing I write scares you a bit; you treat everything like it's a hit. Yes, as Tony did Catrina you lite a glow in my heart right from the start. So, though they're far away from where I can see, they'll always be the true hearts that saw the best in me and while I'm setting free my love let's not forget this dove and many others she's a part of: Kim kicked off this tale many years ago, she's the base or foundation for the show you see on this page. The grand mistress of this poetic stage. It's true Lone wolf has a pack; pieces of my heart I don't want to give back.<br />A Lone wolf production,<br />@ Unscripted.<br />Promotional consideration provided<br />by: J.L. Insomniac.<br /><br />Note: Perhaps I'm showing too much of who I am here, but I am a lover of people on the whole. That's the reason I write these things in this blog. So that someday someone feeling down and numb might find something He or She can drum along to. There's much more in store and every post is different. You might get a shout out or maybe a call just hold onto life and have a ball! Happy hunting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-33867973948310609302010-11-05T23:10:00.000-07:002010-11-06T00:09:32.056-07:00Why did I post "Pity the child?"Performance art is awesome! We all have moments where we can't express emotion, but I believe that fact brought us the truly great actors, poets and play-writes. You'll see things on this blog, (I hope) that are thought provoking, chilling, and thrilling. Yes, this is a writers blog, but it's also one where inspiration is shared. I'm not sure that I'll be a great author... I am sure however, that I want to help people feel, and any feeling is welcome because that's what life's about: You twist, bend and break until something comes out of the shadows. "Pity the child" is a piece that sticks with you because it holds true to most of what we go through or reap upon the world. That's the reason it's on this blog; it spoke to some "ghost" of myself, and I've never been a person who holds back or cheats anyone. Once I write my books these things won't seem so nonsensical. If it does; well than, Happy hunting.<br />Coming soon to Unscripted: Joe Bonamassa's "Jockey Full of Bourbon" with fan script.<br />A Lone wolf written production. Video performance by Adam Pascal provided by, "You tube."<br />For my mother and brother (Bubbie) T.M.-217433.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-26520345779312119052010-11-05T22:53:00.000-07:002010-11-05T23:02:14.670-07:00Adam Pascal- Pity The Child<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/6bY__xtl7yI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bY__xtl7yI?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bY__xtl7yI?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-44845854582731582182010-10-22T16:12:00.000-07:002010-10-22T21:48:42.470-07:00J.L. Insomniac's coming attractionJ.L. Insomniac here giving you the edge on what's coming to Unscripted. This is gritty stuff we're dealing with folks, I'm shakin just thinkin about it. One small yet satisfying note before I get to the grand ball of it all: Speaking to you tonight is the manager of not only the headlining act of Unscripted (Lone wolf), but also a new talented author by the name of Greg Hollow. I tell you what ladies and gentlemen if you thought wolfie was amazing, you don't want to miss this cat. He's got so much flair you'll be burnin for more. Which brings me to the hot topic you've just gotta hear. Mr. Hollow is goin to have his own segment on this show called Hollow's hall. It's goin to shine a light on one of the most loved and feared monsters in the wacky works of terror: He puts the slice in smooth, Dexter Morgan! Greg's reviewing all five of Dexter's deeds in the shadows. Now keep in mind that all things gruesome take time, but it shouldn't be too long before the door to Hollow's hall is open and a bloody good party starts to roll. I gotta jet off back to the pack. Until next time my people, this is J.L. Insomniac saying: Slumber is for a slouch.<br />An Unscripted production. All rights reserved to: J.L. Insomniac and Co. producer Lone wolf. Dexter is a creation of Jeff Lindsay.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-39849056953684147462010-10-18T18:24:00.000-07:002010-10-19T09:44:25.632-07:00To know IT is to delight in fright.IT awaits the seven with unease, trembling while it feeds. The seven are strong it knows but It does not feel real fear. Why should it? The seven are weak, gone are their childhood days. Forgotten are the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Barren's</span> of play and with that hopes rays are dulled. They could be herded down to the faded light, down to where everybody does the dead man float.It enjoys this thought, and with it terror blooms. This time there is no hope because the seven have grown, they haven't any room stored away for imagination, thus no power. IT isn't wrong in its assurance it tells itself. So, it kills on. Twenty-seven years IT has been at rest. Twenty-seven years of refused mayhem and gore, now IT feels a new thing... What is IT? Suddenly, IT knows, IT remembers and It must have; Vengeance. With that need IT calls their watchmen, (Micheal <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Handlen</span>) and to its own agent of hell: ( Henry Bowers) Stephen King's IT sets free all phantoms fathomed with a no nonsense edge. As IT changes form to breed fear into a small town, your fascination is fueled by a variety of characters and story-lines connected by a common shadow of a traumatic past. IT, takes you in farther with off beat layers of humor; you'll never feel this good laughing in the face of evil. This story is guaranteed to bring out the child in you while mirroring the once chilling, thrilling, and most fulfilling wonders of youth. I invite you to follow these seven children, to share in all their delight and fright... "Won't you join the circle?"<br /><br />A Lone Wolf production all credit reserved to Kim <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Skelton</span>.<br />Thank you Kim for allowing me the great honor of being your<br />friend and guest book review author.<br />To your avid readers:<br />Happy hunting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-46994875423384329202010-10-17T20:50:00.000-07:002010-10-19T11:54:43.637-07:00The lady Brooklyn B. Loved.I've seen the lady Brooklyn B, Bella Brooklyn she is to me. I've seen the lady Brooklyn fair as I've seen her strong. Yes, I've seen the lady Brooklyn B; her eyes shining bright, I've rejoiced in her mirth. I've seen the lady Brooklyn B, set free in her fight. The lady Brooklyn B, doesn't know her heart's worth, and that for many she is a delight in just being. As well she is in seeing. For that she is the envy of all she knows; and an honor to her family, through-out the shows of life. Today, I spoke to the lady Brooklyn B, and to my dismay she was in pain. However, she did not allow for rain. I love the lady Brooklyn B. My family and friend, she means the world to myself. Oh, how I wish there were more of her not wanting love put upon a shelf. May it be understood, I know of her not as well as I should, but I've seen the lady Brooklyn B. A part of the greater good. To the lady Brooklyn B: everything's going to work out right, you'll see. Everything's going to be just fine for I am here, and shall be forever-more for the.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The lady Brooklyn B. dedicated to:<br /><br /><br />Brooklyn A. Baker<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All I have to give are these words, I really hope they help in some way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Note: If the rhythm sounds familiar, I read a lot of Poe. Heavy hearted regards,<br /><br /><br /><br />your Lone wolf @ UnscriptedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024344957603529162.post-47148375395491502222010-10-14T18:50:00.000-07:002010-10-15T20:00:35.539-07:00While thinking of you...My lost friends.If only I were everyone, cast in every show. Yes, If only I were everyone then I'd surely know: The right words to say, and what it's like to be you and all that you are, in the many roles you play. If only I were everyone I'd see from one view to another. Understanding why brother's need their high when it's there to create with others. Why sister's need cruel heart's to mend; while it's harm they intend. If only I were everyone then no one would be alone, everywhere there would be a somebody for us all. A kind heart to call when the world isn't so sweet. If only I were everyone, I'd know every game and cheat. I could know every lie told, shield you from that cold my friend. To prevent pain and vanquish hell would be a relief from the guilt this world has put upon me, but to set you free whoever you are would be like a staring role. A glimpse into the world of you from every angle I'd know all truths. If only I were everyone there would be not a shade of dark to hide within. If only I were everyone essential, I'd say stick it out, together we have potential of this there's not a doubt. For there are great things within everyone that only each can bring to life: You the one; can help make a chain of happiness or strife. I am only a part, a bit trying to grow. I want to be more because when me and myself, come to meet you as a whole; there'll be no sorrow in any one... Everyone can rock and roll.<br /><br />This is me being myself, whether you think this piece great or awful please respect it as mine. Always, your free friend and writer,<br />Lone wolf @ unscripted.<br />Happy hunting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4