From the city of Liverpool in England , comes a an epic tale from Peter Sinseeya and his studio , featuring a stellar cast that I am proud to be a small part of .
I look at the trailer again and marvel at the depth and scope of the story , a Liverpool fable or dream with deep undercurrents anyway watch the trailer follow Matopulas on all social media and give Peter a follow he will appreciate
I met a great guy Peter Sinseeya in New Brighton filming a crime scene for his TV series Matopulas we chatted and I loved the sound of a complex crime drama of three intertwining lives set in Merseyside , so a local production with a core of morals and principles being shot in guerilla fashion .
Time passed then I got a Facebook message that led to me having an acting role in it , I have never acted but I decided to have a go and wow I enjoyed the experience nearly 7 hours of chilly fun in the empty and haunted Woolton Hall a creepily beautiful place.
As you can see it looks brilliant and below is the trailer so enjoy
All the best
Beautifully sensuouß
I want you – come into the kitchen -I’ll show you my recipe
with apron strings undone to my secret spices
I want to make it hot for you – the sizzle and the steam
to stir the juices slowly till the cream begins to rise
and the waters starts to simmer till they boil
in a roiling raging tangle
– that melt before your eyes -a sated tasty mouthful of surprise
I want to make you my ingredient
in dripping decadence
to fill my fondant full of you -the froth atop the fantasy
till your words become a poem and your tastebuds tingle time
I want you- in my recipe – of love
It has been a while, can you forgive me for not slipping words between your brain cells, words of poem or loose nonsense it has been a strange time , i became a Grandfather …yes who heard that right a Grandfather , another role to partake being around a small fragile skin bundle who is dare i say ..cute , i love her to bits.
I look around at the Mayverse and Trumpiverse we both sides of the pond have found ourselves in , insane i know we could never of realized it..but that is as far as i go about politics back to now.. the inexcusable silence draped like a morticians apron over you ..but i am back this is just a quick note of love to you all .
I am working on a couple of screenplays ..more to come soon so now i depart but i will be back .. where have i heard that before
An interesting piece that makes a lot of sense
This reality was one of the hardest lessons to learn when I began screenwriting. I thought like many aspirants do, that just because I finished a new screenplay that someone would care and it would sell. It took about five specs into my journey to figure out that it takes many projects in the marketplace for one to succeed. I’ll admit those early scripts were not amazing and it took me years to write at a professional level to compete. Many times on your journey it’s a long dry period where no project moves forward and you can’t get anyone to read it. Other times every script you push garners interest and some brush close to a sale or option. It’s the ebb and flow as you pursue a screenwriting career.
After I began getting paid professionally to write screenplays, some ended up in development and did not get produced…
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Welcome to the new website! I hope you like it. To get things started, I’m going to feature a flash fiction piece that placed third (or maybe second, I honestly can’t remember) in a flash fiction contest at Horror Novel Reviews back in 2013. I figure the best way to introduce a new website is by showing off a piece of writing.
Enjoy!
Left to die alone. One blade of grass the mower can’t cut.
“Cut it my way,” the wife says while I’m lost in a world of dragons and magicians, a realm where I can die and live, live and die.
“Be a man and get the damn weeds. Those weeds are all over my flowers.”
A baby screams. Mine.
The weeds have been murdered, but one blade of grass waves in the wind…
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From dreamswept fuckscape
you surfaced to skin.
From sleepsunk night
through half hidden borderlands:
the interstitial spaces of want and have
to the flatlands of a needsome Now,
and found like all surfacing, the superficial
safety of non-committal
pales beside the depths of mingled DNA-
where we exist at truest,
Where communal histories dance
in millennial veils.
Dreams, our clothes at their most naked
and in the awakening we feel
all surfacing a lie-
and yet, where we intersect
at the boundaries of sentences and skin
weaving ourselves to the depths of us,
searching for the other,
we imprint our loves
on the descent into us,
drag the ghosts of our impressions of them into cores
where bodies cling to crusts
and intellect slips to the mantle of our being.
We make phantoms of ourselves
and bind ourselves to myth.
We live tangential to life
pulling the…
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Follow the link to see my wife’s Photography website award winning art you can own and desire “The first half of the 20th century belongs to Picasso, and the second half is about photography. They said digital…
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An Irish film that looks to be very good and one to watch
