Danny Elfman's Story Request

Innercept, 2010

Oil spill on the news.

I was living in the little suburbia duplex with the other misfits and scoundrels that were hopeless cases. The others, or the peeps, or some kind of clan... We inhabited a house and didn't have to bust our asses working because our parents were giving us a comfortable lifestyle with no driving.

Anyway... I was withdrawing from Geodon at the time, or maybe still had it in my system. It was summer, and I was sunning myself, but I sunned none. Except the Almighty Son, and his sons of mine are family witherspoon.

In my spare time, I wanted to write a musical. I got fixated on musicals, so I programmed a dinky random note generator, plugged it into my Garageband equipment, and came up with creative sounds. All by myself. In the summer of 2010. The trick was to dink around and shift the notes some, creative genius.

And this was when I was so far gone, they thought there was no bringing Rachel back. The bipolar disorder had cycled out of control.

Truth: Honesty, God, and America First Please

I tell the truth. When I say I am joking, I kid.

When are you lying? I lie about alcohol. I lie because it keeps me alive, believe it or not.

****RELISH****

What were the police doing at my Subway location yesterday, hmm? I am law-abiding, sitting and have a sandwich at Subway, and why did Rachel... She went to the restroom for an awful long time and when she came out, the police were still standing at the counter. I have committed no crime. Are you mad at me about something? Tell me, ENGLISH!

ENGLIASH!!!

Donald Trump: The World's Fastest Swimmer

Nothing like rewatching the newstory about how Donald Trump made headlines. When he fumbles, the world looks on. With succes after success, God only knows if he's in God's favor or not, but at least Donald Trump tries. He tries to make the best impression, and as some don't really fathom, he bit the right human.

Forgive us, we are only the peasant spirit doers. We have no interest in humiliating Donald Trump, only in bending him in the right direction that will prove an advantage in the polls. Donald Trump, young at 78, will never be better than Bill Clinton. He knows he can never live up to the master, Bill Clinton. Instead, he scoffs at his supporters, makes them drink his piss, and wipes us a new one every time we dream about him. How long can this possibly go on? Will he ever confess to God his sins?

One person, Rachel Zuhl, thinks he will surprise everyone. What a presidency! He walked into the white house less than a month ago, and he is already stomping around like he owns the place! The hypocrisy!

He could visit the poor, the sick, the needy (in essence, the Rachel Zuhls of the world), instead, he finds hope on the golf course. He swings and bats and gets shit done, is what all his consituents say. I say differently. DJT, you need to realize that this is a steady time of shit the world is giving the American people. We need someone who knows the right tricks, the tools of the trade, not the eye-candy cherry eater he often turns the smiles of the folks upside down, how cruel. Upside down, all the blood flows to the brain, and turns you into a mile a minute thinking, laugher, and conceptualizer. In essence, Rachel Zuhl.

Can he live on envying the extraordinary, while chewing on the ordinary? No one really knows. They only know that if he fails, we don't get a better president of the United States. In fact, we don't know if that man has any rapist algorithms on his computer, even. The horror.

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