Beat my up for this:

Stanley Maverick is a college student who’s hopelessly alone. Wait, no. Well, he’s alone, and he likes this girl. But that’s not what the story’s about. It’s about him making this 15-minute movie for his school’s film festival. But it’s about more than that, you see, because he’s not sure what to make. He doesn’t want to make it too artsy, or too boring, but- you know, funny. I guess. So he starts making it up as he goes along. As he loses more and more sleep as the project goes along, his movie ideas seem to blend into his reality. He starts thinking up ridiculous plots all around him. Most don’t make sense. Most are really contrived. And it seems all of his acquaintances around him seem to be really bad actors…and they all seem to have guns for no reason. While competing against his much superior rival, Ryan McAwesome, goes threw flashback, delusions, and a battle with him to let someone help him. This film is too much of a contradiction. By that I mean it’s also beaten to death. Like seriously. Like the concept is on the floor bleeding. Just blood and **** everywhere.

Did you ever finish or start on that one film that you were writing where you and kyle were having a little fight over? If not, work on that on man.

i don't understand you.

Neither do I.

And I can't do that movie anymore, because my gay film festival has so many strict rules this year. No violence, no questionable material- basically no real conflicts or movies. God dammit. So basically I fused elements of it into this new idea.

Whatever happened to Kyle anyway.

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Whatever happened to Kyle anyway.

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he heard Bush was gunna win his first election and decided to emigrate to Canada............
.........................................THE 51ST...JUST SAY NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!