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I want to smell dark matter
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(The girl looks behind her once again when she reaches the street light. She can't see anyone, but from the way she looks round you can tell she's scared. She starts walking even faster now. Charles Horse briefly lurches into view, lit by the street light. He pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, before diving behind a garden hedge. We see him crawling behind it. The girl reaches her home. Her hands are shaking as she tries to get the key in the lock. She gets inside quickly and slams the door shut behind her. We hear the noise of it locking. Charles Horse appears at the end of her driveway. He starts down it, madly. He could almost touch the door...before he dives down into her garden. He goes as flat as he can.)
Charles: Can't let her see me, can't let her know, oh no, can't let her know, I'm Horse, hahaha, I'm HORSE.
(We see the girl walk by her window. She stops and takes a few steps back in front of the window. She looks outside. She does not appear to see Charles but still looks worried.)
Charles: I just want to show her how much I love her, hahahaha! Mud...MUD!
(He's so flat on the ground that there's mud in his mouth. He pulls himself across the grass and into the mud. His whole front is covered in it.)
Charles: I belong in the mud. Mmmm...mud.
(He starts to grind his crotch into the mud.)
Charles: Get it in, get it in there...
(He appears to pull his cock out and ram it into the mud, though this is mostly obscured by the dark. He starts to frantically hump the mud.)
Charles: Mud mud mud mud....HORSE!!!
(The girl appears at the window again, having heard him yelling his name. Horse is too close to the window for her to see.)
Charles: Yes...yes...I'll leave something here for you...hahaha...
(Fade out.)
"
"What is this?" said Charles, slamming the script page down on his agent's desk. The agent looks surprised then smiles.
"Great, isn't it? The cumming in the mud scene!"
"But you've got it really happening! It never happened!"
"We have to show it on screen, we can't just have you narrating it."
"It was a dream! A fantasy. Charles Horse writing a self hating story about cumming in some girl's mud...he'd never actually..."
"The audience will figure out it's a dream," shrugged the agent.
"How? You don't include the context for it! You don't show me lying in bed crying after. The next scene has me washing my clothes, as if they're all muddy!"
"Maybe you rolled about in some mud but didn't cum in it?"
"No! He wouldn't even do that! That's the character! He never does these things for real! How can you not get this after all this time, the book, writing this movie..."
"The fans will know then! That it must be a dream. Washing your clothes in the next scene, that's just to show the mudanity of your life before the gas man comes to the door and you act weird. It's fine!"
"People will think I'm...that Horse...both of us, whatever, no, me...ME. That I'm a pervert."
"Aren't all men?"
"In our heads, yes! But we're not all out humping mud!"
"You can't go all #NotAllMen, people hate that. We have to show Charles Horse at his lowest."
"He'd. Never. Do. That."
"It's just a movie, man."
"We need to maintain the integrity of the character!"
"It's fine. It's all stuff from the book. Anyone can read the source material if they want. Don't worry about it!"
Charles looked lost for words. "I just...I have script approval, don't I?"
"You can give notes on every page. They've listened to you so far. Go write a note about this one and send it to head office."
"But I can stop it, right? STop them filiming...you said i could."
"I don't think i did."
And now Charles had nothing left. He wandered away. it was over. the whole world would soon think charles horse was a monster.
ANd maybe he was. Maybe that's what he was meant to be.
(The girl looks behind her once again when she reaches the street light. She can't see anyone, but from the way she looks round you can tell she's scared. She starts walking even faster now. Charles Horse briefly lurches into view, lit by the street light. He pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, before diving behind a garden hedge. We see him crawling behind it. The girl reaches her home. Her hands are shaking as she tries to get the key in the lock. She gets inside quickly and slams the door shut behind her. We hear the noise of it locking. Charles Horse appears at the end of her driveway. He starts down it, madly. He could almost touch the door...before he dives down into her garden. He goes as flat as he can.)
Charles: Can't let her see me, can't let her know, oh no, can't let her know, I'm Horse, hahaha, I'm HORSE.
(We see the girl walk by her window. She stops and takes a few steps back in front of the window. She looks outside. She does not appear to see Charles but still looks worried.)
Charles: I just want to show her how much I love her, hahahaha! Mud...MUD!
(He's so flat on the ground that there's mud in his mouth. He pulls himself across the grass and into the mud. His whole front is covered in it.)
Charles: I belong in the mud. Mmmm...mud.
(He starts to grind his crotch into the mud.)
Charles: Get it in, get it in there...
(He appears to pull his cock out and ram it into the mud, though this is mostly obscured by the dark. He starts to frantically hump the mud.)
Charles: Mud mud mud mud....HORSE!!!
(The girl appears at the window again, having heard him yelling his name. Horse is too close to the window for her to see.)
Charles: Yes...yes...I'll leave something here for you...hahaha...
(Fade out.)
"
"What is this?" said Charles, slamming the script page down on his agent's desk. The agent looks surprised then smiles.
"Great, isn't it? The cumming in the mud scene!"
"But you've got it really happening! It never happened!"
"We have to show it on screen, we can't just have you narrating it."
"It was a dream! A fantasy. Charles Horse writing a self hating story about cumming in some girl's mud...he'd never actually..."
"The audience will figure out it's a dream," shrugged the agent.
"How? You don't include the context for it! You don't show me lying in bed crying after. The next scene has me washing my clothes, as if they're all muddy!"
"Maybe you rolled about in some mud but didn't cum in it?"
"No! He wouldn't even do that! That's the character! He never does these things for real! How can you not get this after all this time, the book, writing this movie..."
"The fans will know then! That it must be a dream. Washing your clothes in the next scene, that's just to show the mudanity of your life before the gas man comes to the door and you act weird. It's fine!"
"People will think I'm...that Horse...both of us, whatever, no, me...ME. That I'm a pervert."
"Aren't all men?"
"In our heads, yes! But we're not all out humping mud!"
"You can't go all #NotAllMen, people hate that. We have to show Charles Horse at his lowest."
"He'd. Never. Do. That."
"It's just a movie, man."
"We need to maintain the integrity of the character!"
"It's fine. It's all stuff from the book. Anyone can read the source material if they want. Don't worry about it!"
Charles looked lost for words. "I just...I have script approval, don't I?"
"You can give notes on every page. They've listened to you so far. Go write a note about this one and send it to head office."
"But I can stop it, right? STop them filiming...you said i could."
"I don't think i did."
And now Charles had nothing left. He wandered away. it was over. the whole world would soon think charles horse was a monster.
ANd maybe he was. Maybe that's what he was meant to be.