Grandmother Blues

Awoke on a snowy summer morning,

A nightmare responsible.

Visions of Christ and balloons.

Took a bath,

thought of painting my walls,

yellow I decided.

Acrylic paint tubes, all empty.

'Use green instead',

a voice in my head said.

'May the force be with you',

was my swift reply.

A box of crayons, my eyes landed on.

Searched a bit, till I found yellow.

Bright like the sun, it shone.

Went straight to the walls,

And like a 3 year's child,

I began.

Too tiring, I concluded.

Time to call granny,

she'd be pretty lonely,

Took a while, to get here,

she did.

She rang the bell.

Greeted with a pistol and crayons.

The pistols where from last night.

An encounter with flying ninjas,

I'd rather not remember.

Told her what to do, I did.

An hour passed by along with two walls.

'I can't take it anymore', she said.

Teach her a lesson I had to,

A few rounds into her legs.

Right or left, I cannot recall.

Obedience followed.

A bit of blood,

Never hurt anybody did it?

Cinema

I want to learn how to make movies. I've even got a few ideas in my head for a few very short movies. Picture this -

Black and white.

A group of punks or skinheads are at a dining table, eating their fried chicken. There's a bucket (bucket of chicken) at the centre of the table. After eating their chicken, they put their bones into the bucket. They don't talk, just concentrate on eating their chicken. After they're done eating, and with all the bones in the bucket, they get up. One of them picks up the bucket and they all start walking. They exit the house or wherever they were eating at, and just walk. A few seconds later (skipping a bit of walking) they reach a graveyard. They find an already dug up area. They empty the bucket into it, and bury it. There's a tombstone there, but it's hidden by darkness. After burying they leave, and the camera zooms in on the tombstone, on which is written, 'Thank you, for dinner.'

Yes I know you loved it. I have another one for you, haha.

A man's lying on his bed, looking at a painting on the wall opposite to him. The painting is of a red balloon with a psychedelic background. As he looks on, the balloon escapes the painting and is flying around his room. The canvas has only the background. The balloon flies up and hits the spinning fan, and bursts. Unbelievingly the man rubs his eyes, and looks at the painting once again. The painting has the same background and the balloon's back in it, but this time, the balloon is a punctured one of the same colour.