you taught me
how to fold my hand
around a gun, but never
how to clean
you taught me how to
trample over hearts,
how to slice them up and pull
apart their delicate strings,
but you never warned me
that i had to
to love something.
Things turn bad in Strasbourg.
To be entirely specific—things turn into a full-blown clusterfuck involving a bullet-riddled museum, one turncoat antiq...
crabapples and I got together and decided that the world needed some Frank in it.
We saw the hitrecord on tv themes as a pretty big writing challenge. We wondered if we could come up with one idea that could tie into all eight episodes. Would that even be possible?
We weren't sure. But like all writers, we laugh in the face of danger (obviously), so we did it anyway.
After spitballing a bunch of ideas, we came up with these notes on the character of FRANK. Then we peeled off to write the scripts separately and hey, look at this, we're finally posting them!
This was a cool personal challenge for me, both to write more scripts and to (gasp!) come out of my isolationist poetry clamshell and do something with a writing partner for once. So, I owe a big thanks to hitrecord for throwing down the tv gauntlet and getting me to do something outside my comfort zone.
If anyone wants to take a stab at making something of this, or writing entirely new scripts, or anything and everything else, that would be awesome! We had a lot of fun with Frank.
there is an arch
in your atoms, a
trail of bent space
that contains the data
of you—the color of
your eyes, t...
"You know that gif we sent to Kyle's work email?"
"Got him fired."
INT. LIVING ROOM. DISTANT FUTURE.
HELIX and RION are sitting at a table, studying and eating junk food.
Their surroundings clearly indicate that this is the future...
Somewhere in the world, just now, an egg is bursting open on a hardwood floor. Fractions of the shell are catching on a red kitchen towel. The yolk is pooling into a divot in the wood, formed by...
"Your feet are cold."
"Okay. Sweet dreams."
"Do you seriously have to wrap yourself up like a crepe l...
you’ll be with the ships, coming back