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Twelfth, Thirteenth, Fourteenth.....

I watched the French film Nikita yesterday...I feel like that...lost, wild...without any control over my own life. The only difference is that I don't have the French government offering me a second chance as an assassin, and I don't have a vagina. We have a new film. Called it New Testament. It's our entry in a local 48 hour film festival. They made us use a prop, a location and a line of dialogue of their choosing to make this harder...as if it wasn't already hard enough to produce a short film in 48 hours. The plot was a baggy, the location was a restaurant and the line was "Whats wrong? Is it your arms, legs, head? What? Just tell me" Bastards! Hope you enjoy it. eleventh