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"LEFT AND LOOSE IN THE LOT" Written by Dawn Dais with Waynee Wayne and Demetrius Dedmon A Film by Dawn Dais "Left and Loose in THE LOT" is a funny urban comedy about two loser guys who work the night shift at a local parking lot, while secretly dreaming of becoming rap stars and ninjas for hire. There isn't much going on at night in a parking lot, so instead of actually working they spend most of their time getting high, watching CSI, playing board games and cruising around in their custom golf cart. Their lives, and their brains, are simple, and they don't have any problem with either of those facts whatsoever. All these carefree times come to a halt one night when the boys witness a murder taking place in the parking lot. Their quiet evening takes an action-packed turn when they have to escape the murderers, mistakenly take a hostage, go on a high-speed chase and end up having to dispose of the dead body. Along the way they have to deal with extremely hot female assassins, undercover cops, police shoot-outs, the best weed that has ever existed on this earth and Black Jesus. (The last two may have something to do with each other.) "Left and Loose in THE LOT" features two lovable, hilarious characters who keep the audience rooting for them, even when it's made repeatedly clear that these two buffoons are always going to mess everything up. A fun, light-hearted buddy film "Left and Loose in THE LOT" is just the beginning for these characters and the unlimited adventures their stupidity can get them into.
Keywords: low-comedy, pot, stoned
One night. Two HIGHly trained professionals.
Cup Cakes, Lotto Tickets
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Phillip struggles to discover the meaning and intent behind his latest painting. Frustrated he isolates himself and ignores the love and beckoning of his girlfriend Mary. It is not until he combines his relationship with his art does he create the masterpiece he seeks.
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Geeta and her parents move to a small town of Hari Nagar where her dad has been appointed Principal of a school. During her very first day, Geeta finds out that her video gaming device has been stolen. After complaining to her school teacher, who ends up searching every student's bags, finds the device in Shyam's schoolbag. Shyam is humiliated and punished. Then another student, Satish Kumar, the son of Member of Legislative Assembly, Makhan Lal Akela, finds that his gold chain is missing. They automatically suspect Shyam, and along with local goons and Police go to his residence to search for Shyam and the missing chain. Shyam's uncle and cruel aunt vehemently deny any theft, but no one believes them, they end up searching the house, find Shyam and chase him into the lighthouse, where he hides. Shyam does not know that this lighthouse is the very venue of a spirit of a dreaded pirate that has been lying dormant for 100 years, and is now ready to wake and wreak havoc all round again.
Keywords: ghost, lighthouse, orphan, pirate
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About 25 years ago an unholy child was born in an ancient noble family. The parents were the mother and son of the family. The goal was to create the perfect daughter, but instead she gave birth to a monster! The son, whose only interest are rabbits, called the monster Bunny Man, and placed him in a hole in the woods. He supplied his son with food and rabbits, to play with. Unfortunately, the lack of human contact made him violent, and his rabbits died when during his so called games. One day the son forgets to lock the hole and Bunny Man suddenly finds himself free, in a world he's never seen and doesn't understand. At the same time, a group of kids arrive at a cabin in the woods to throw a party. Kids that, to an untrained eye, seem quite similar to rabbits...
Keywords: black-humor, blood, cross-dresser, dark-road, decapitation, inbreeding, murder, rabbit, rip-off, slasher
Mute. Stupid. Violent.
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I saw the river, just pulled him down
I knew the man who hunted him down
We watched the river, take him away
Before he died, I could have sworn he said
I am the only one
I am the only one left
Tired and afraid lies a saddened man
Knelt beside him with head in hand
And escaped on a lonely breath
But before he died I could have sworn he said
I am the only one
I am the only one left
Who ever gave a damn about you
I am sorry
I am sorry
I was wrong
I was wrong
I've been wrong for way too long
Can’t stand to see you go
Can’t stand to see me stay
Can’t help but wonder when
I’ll see your face again
Not waitin’ by the phone
Leave your name and number after the tone
Hell, I’m not even home
and I’m not alone
Could you do something please
Be on your best for me
Tell me that you need me
You've ruined my day, now I'm crying.
I feel no resentment in you.
What have you got taking the ground from me?
What has improved your life making me feel like this?
Sometimes I feel you're nothing but perverse.
But that's a kind of thought that scares me...
You've ruined my day, now I'm crying.
I feel no resentment in you.
Why must I always find your name behind the masks?
Why must I always feel your poison in the air?
I wonder what the fuck you hide behind these eyes.
I'd like to never see you again.
And once again I'm here getting the broken pieces.
I hear your voice speak how foolish I was.
Your jokes get you so pleased ( so cool laughin' at me ).
We were expected to share a common ground.
You make me sick 'cause I can see your real intentions.
Please stay away from me.
An argument, an ambulance
The sound of sirens in my head
Just like you're singing to me
I don't think this is how it goes
They tried their best but made you wrong
You run away
But never know what you're running from
You know it wasn't meant to go like this
What you want, you're never going to get
Unless you are prepared to be alone
If you think you've got to have it all
You've got to be prepared to give it all
You bought a house
You made a home
You had some kids
And got convinced you were doing well
You said that was the only way to go
So look at your friends
Look at us all
And see how dumb we become when we grow up
I'm so proud of everyone
What you want, you're never going to get
Unless you are prepared to be alone
If you think you've got to have it all
You've got to be prepared to give it all
What you want, you're never going to get
Unless you are prepared to be alone
If you think you've got to have it all
Just in time to steal what's mine
Uprooting again
Cold and blind, can't feel what's mine
Unpleasant surprise
Who was I to think that I'd not be here again?
Days unwind as time divides
And sweeps them all away
Rust and time are finally catching up
Stay away
(Push, push)
(I throw another useless moment away)
Stay away
(Push, push)
(I throw another useless moment away)
(To reach me)
(To reach me)
To leave this place behind me
To lead myself away
To leave the guilt behind me
To clear the path it made
To leave this place behind me
To lead myself away
To leave the guilt behind me
To clear the path it made
Stay away
(Push, push)
(I throw another useless moment away)
Stay away
(Push, push)
(I throw another useless moment away)
(To reach me)
When I am dead, and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
I shall not care.
For I shall have peace.
As leafey trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough.
And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
All that you mended is broken
All that we shared was a lie
All that you left me was nothing
All that I lost was my pride
but now that I am left with a reason
why you drove me away
and baby all that I am left with is this feeling babe that will never go away
cause baby you left me stuck in this pain
that his words were so real
and all that I am left with that was real
and baby, baby everything that I've been dreaming was only something I could feel
we are the days of a life the brilliance of things that exist and when we fall we get up and we start to move again I doubt there's ever been a greater gift given to anyone but just a little time would help us out a lot and just a little more so we could get our fill maybe another place so we could get away with just a little push
I bet we could take this hill still we need ourselves to pacify the screaming
Johnny's got a grip on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his veins with smack.
P.C.P. spells gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
Grasping at straws and coming up empty, Carving with his life
this somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells success M-O-N-E-Y
If she steps on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope things, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 floor drop.
Her security blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes, nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the kill.
Seeking nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets again and again
Selling your soul, taking your fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of sand a pitiful prize.
You're blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made eons ago,
chaff on the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? What is true?
Seeking to serve not ourselves, never.