I`ve been sitting on my hands now for about 10 months, with all kinds of shit piling up. I have complained that I have been able to paint, I have stated my case against big business, but still I am in a limbo. So yesterday it struck me. You gotta make a movie, you gotta write some manuscripts. You are in the Zone- now go: So I thought, how can I write a movie, I thought about movies I`ve seen, and I thought: I come up with titels, and the movie writes it self.

My work in progress includes the following…

The Wasting Of A Broken Arm
The Spell Of Hopeless Mantra
The Illfated Nun
The Shocking Truths from the Future
The Nigger Devil
The Phantom Limbo Dancer
The Loss Of France
The Sound Of Liberace
The Sound Of Liberace Fucking
The Shaking Of My Hands
The Loss Of Brotherhood
The Subtitle Colony
The Text Runs Out
The Thing That Came And Went
The Final Days Of Rock N Roll
The Field Of Lost Illusions
The Final Diagnosis
The 16 Bit Slotmachine
The Mad Skier
The Great Flush Day
The Great Perhaps
The Son Of Gravity
The Face Of A Smooth Gentleman
The Decay
The City Of Horrid Dreams
The Blonde The Raped And The Tortured
The Things That Do Not Walk Hand In Hand
The Weather In Europe Today
The Problem The Solution The Problem Again The Antisolution The Paranoia And The Destruction
The Ambient The Pure And The Goodhearted
The Things You Like Too Hear About But Do Not Want To Be In
The Funny Feeling Of Being Ditched
The Pleasures Of Imagination
The Oh No Johns
The Mortal Millions
The Art Of Humiliation
The Sweetest Hours Ever Spend
The Long Proces Of Getting Tired
The Fury Of A Patient Man
The Madonna Of The Future
The Secret Of My Sisters Tatoo
The Continuing Paranoia Of An Ex Cop
The Heritage Of Killing
The Boom Alter
The Clash You Might Have Prevented
The End Of Circus Days

And I do not see any reason why each and every one of these shouldn`t be followed by a sequel.