just doing what the voices tell me to do

Monday, July 17, 2006

Public Service Spot

"Here on the first of crazy, we eat what we kill" (cut to grinning clutch of 2 girls and 1 boy, all about 10 or so, pigtails in wonderbread blonde or spunky red hair all spiky, looking normal as Hell but way too much like each other, raising a hunk of some peice of meat, could be human leg, you never know), cut back to the Mom, whites showing all around her eyes, she continues talking, staring straight at the camera. Her right eye is fixed on the camera while her left twists around it's socket like an egyptian chameleon, searching along the edge of the kitchen counter, where we notice it is full of prescription bottles and edged cookware. "That's right, kids, public servant is good eating. And good for you." She continues talking about the nutritional benefits of odd sources of food and the need to be prepared for whatever comes your way to the point where you don't know if it's a happy homemaker bit or a public service warning. Her left arm, moving in quick and fertive gestures, starts reaching through the counter, picking a knife up here, knocking over bottles there, finally finding something of interest, tries to open the bottle without the right hand's assistance, which is occupied calmly underscoring whatever nonsense the woman is spouting, so the left becomes frustrated and hacks the bottle open with a Chinese cleaver, picks up the bottle and pours white and red capsules into her mouth, all the while talking with this insane smile on her lips, pills now sticking to her lips and falling on her perfect blue apron. The kids aren't noticing this, just intent on wolfing down the horrible chucks of meat and bone in front of them, juices streaming down their cute little chins and onto their matching outfits which bear a frightening similarity to little sailor suits, only in silver mylar. Camera holds steady as she continues to approach until she smacks right into the lens where the camera shifts violently and falls to the floor, fuzzes out and goes dark. Sounds continue, as we start to hear movement, and then screams from the fallen cameraman.

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