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I didn't realize he would literally live with me. he would spend every hour, minute and second with me, I guess that's method agencing. Never heard of it before, but there's the first time for everything.
We go to local office store to print out my script and make few copies of it, and while copying Urho says, "you know your problem with the script and writing in general is that you have no structure, you have no style. I mean this could be a Mel Brooks type of thing where we both look outside from the inside and say 'wow, the dude is alone and speaking to himself', but this is not the Fight Club, I'm real, and not just real to you. I'm real, flesh and bone".
What the hell is he talking about.. I'm getting confused, and try to ignore what he just said to me, but he continued, "You see.. while you were in the grocery store buying us food.. I searched your bookmarks and found Apolyton and read some of your stuff. I also noticed you had few double logins. I also noticed, that you might not be aware of them. What would you say if I told you, that you are writing to yourself, and not knowing it? What would you say if I told you, that you're living in a world part fiction part real.". I thought about it for a moment and said, "but like you said.. this is not Fight Club. This is not Beautiful Mind. It's been done, like you said, don't try to be the next Hunter Thompson or the next Tarantion. It's all been played out already.", I reasoned.
"Exactly. It's already been played out. But how would YOU know the difference? Do you think it's just coincidence, that we both have big egoes, that we both are a bit weird, that we both have strange taste in art, that we both are working for ... the same script?".
I started seriously thinking about kicking this dude out of my place. He was not right in the head. He wasn't even professional in my mind, and his methods were certainly weird.
We go to local office store to print out my script and make few copies of it, and while copying Urho says, "you know your problem with the script and writing in general is that you have no structure, you have no style. I mean this could be a Mel Brooks type of thing where we both look outside from the inside and say 'wow, the dude is alone and speaking to himself', but this is not the Fight Club, I'm real, and not just real to you. I'm real, flesh and bone".
What the hell is he talking about.. I'm getting confused, and try to ignore what he just said to me, but he continued, "You see.. while you were in the grocery store buying us food.. I searched your bookmarks and found Apolyton and read some of your stuff. I also noticed you had few double logins. I also noticed, that you might not be aware of them. What would you say if I told you, that you are writing to yourself, and not knowing it? What would you say if I told you, that you're living in a world part fiction part real.". I thought about it for a moment and said, "but like you said.. this is not Fight Club. This is not Beautiful Mind. It's been done, like you said, don't try to be the next Hunter Thompson or the next Tarantion. It's all been played out already.", I reasoned.
"Exactly. It's already been played out. But how would YOU know the difference? Do you think it's just coincidence, that we both have big egoes, that we both are a bit weird, that we both have strange taste in art, that we both are working for ... the same script?".
I started seriously thinking about kicking this dude out of my place. He was not right in the head. He wasn't even professional in my mind, and his methods were certainly weird.
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