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The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element 
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing

Citadel of the Doinker King 

A Coen Brotheresque take on a Soska Sisteroid version of a Wachowsky Siblingish revisiting of a Farrelley Brother-like celebration of extraterrestrial homesickness and nostalgia as experienced by nine year old arranged marriage child bride- Nadine Needleman and her Light Being Space Brother inamorato Major Clacridox Inana, Psyops Division, Planet Zeep 13, known as the Planet of Skulls where hideous embellishments to the Zeepers' bodies have traditionally been performed by blinded disease carriers with the help of cogs and springs and levers and cosmetics and worm parasites and broken mirror glass and saw blades and dotted lines and squiggly lines and rubber bands and pointless trapezoids and high pressure fire hoses and a great gathering of party guests all united by a deep longing for the way things were in some unspecified point in time that haunts us all like memories of our parents grunting and making the bed squeak, and the mirror rattle, and the dogs whine, and the gold fish dart to and fro in his porcelain Captain Nemo palace where the Doinker King pontificates about the woeful inadequacies of the many touted and spouted marginal conclusions among the hare-brained and excitable globalist intelligentsia, he being an apostate from that dreary self-anointed avocation due to his unique refusal to employ latex yardsticks in his measuring duties which require him to take the gage of truth and beauty as though they really mattered.

(to be continued)


From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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