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🎸 FRIENDLY HEART

Lyrics by Tristan B. Gilbert
Indie Rock Arrangement for Lead + Rhythm Guitars

Intro (Instrumental)

(Rhythm)

| Am | F | C | G | x2


(Lead – melodic line)

e|----------------------------|
B|----1--1/3--1--------------|
G|--2--------------2--0------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|


(light delay/reverb – ethereal tone)

Verse 1

(Rhythm – clean tone, light strum)

Am F
Friendly heart — I never see it coming
C G
Centuries of chaos still drumming
Am F
Angel eyes, cut through the storm
C G
You keep me wild, you keep me warm


(Lead – subtle octave harmony or slide fills)

e|-------------------5-7-8--7--5----------------|
B|--5--5h6--5--3------------------3-------------|

Pre-Chorus

(Build slightly – palm muted rhythm)

F C
Beware, my dear child
G Am
The world’s a twisted play
F C
It’ll smile in your face
G E
Then steal it all away


(Lead – ambient swells with delay)

e|---8~----8/10~----|
B|-------------------|

Chorus

(Open strum, full sound)

Am F
Surrender — don’t let me in
C G
Leave the peace where I’ve been
Am F
Freedom in laughter, born to be
C G
I am, I am — the love in me


(Lead – echoing arpeggios / sustained notes)

e|---8-7-5-----------5-------------|
B|---------8-6-5-6-8---8~----------|

Verse 2

(Rhythm – groove returns, dynamic build)

Am F
Settle down, sweet creature feature
C G
My pulse is fire, my soul your teacher
Am F
I feel it rising, I feel it near
C G
In the center, I disappear


(Lead – higher octave runs)

e|--12-10-8-------------8----------|
B|---------10--8--10--12--12~------|

Chorus (Full Band)
Am F
Take me to love, surrender to grace
C G
No room for hate, no losing face
Am F
Heaven’s peace still calls to me
C G
While they’re fleecing America’s dream

Bridge (Dynamic Build)

(Drop to half-time, slow build)

F Am
I am the wind, I am the seed
G F
Rising through the cracks of need
Am F
Friendly heart, don’t fall apart
C G
You’re the rhythm in the dark


(Lead – echoing bends and delay trails)

e|--10b12--10--8--10~---|
B|-----------------------|

Final Chorus (Epic Indie Finish)

(All in – layered guitars, wide reverb)

Am F
Surrender — don’t let me in
C G
Let the peace begin again
Am F
Freedom in laughter, the soul set free
C G
I am, I am — the love in me


Outro (Fade with delay lead)

e|--8~--7~--5~-------------|
B|-------------8~--6~--5~--|


(Repeat instrumental groove until fade)

| Am | F | C | G | x2
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friendly heart
Neve knowing what is to come
centuries of turbulence
angel heart

Beware my dear child
the word can be so cruel
sending smiles and laughter
my heart calls

surrender
don't let me in
leave the peace
as I am free
freedom of laughter
necessity to be
I AM

Settle down the kindness
creature feature
My heart does beat
and I am so near
within
I reach center

take me to love
surrender to the love
no need for hate
heavens peace
fleecing of America
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🎸 I Am No Know

Tuning: Drop D (D A D G B E)
Tempo: 86 BPM — E minor
Style: Psychedelic / Grunge / Alt Rock

🪶 Intro (instrumental groove)

(Let low E ring — slowly fade in with light fuzz)

e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
A|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
E5 G5 F5 E5


(no lyrics — slow head-nod groove)

🎙️ Verse 1
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
A|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
E5 G5 F5 E5

Fall we flow, wa-ters be-low
friends and foe, high a-gain
in the end, there is bet-ter
and much worse, so you want to lay down and cry

🎙️ Chorus 1
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--7---5---3---2-------------|
A|--7---5---3---2-------------|
D|--7---5---3---2-------------|
A5 G5 F5 E5

Please, I ask, don't kill me now
the o-cean de-li-vers, like earth, wind and fire
so full of de-sire


(Let last E5 ring — breathe before next verse)

🎙️ Verse 2
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
A|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
E5 G5 F5 E5

Three steps and miss, ha-ving in-tu-i-tion
ma-jes-ty, so full of dam-na-tion
in-di-vi-du-al terms, worms on a hook
the book thrown with haste, pep-per spray — it is mace I say

🎙️ Bridge (clean tone, reverb on)
e|------------------------------|
B|-------8~------7~-------------|
G|----7~------5~----------------|
D|--5~------3~------------------|
A|------------------------------|
D|------------------------------|
(let each ring)

Burn-ing and churn-ing, cold and hot
in my brain, seems rot and snot
stran-ger be-ware, I see I say
I live, vape hay — what is this I say

🎙️ Bridge 2 / Breakdown (ambient)
e|-------------------------------|
B|--15~\12~--10~-----------------|
G|-----------12b14~--------------|
D|-------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------|


Lost in space, feel-ings of my own
Drone at-tack, smack and crack, dis-tract
The end my way — what is this I say

🎙️ Final Chorus / Outro
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--5--3--2--0--2-------------|
A|--5--3--2--0--2-------------|
D|--5--3--2--0--2-------------|
G5 F5 E5 D5 E5

Drain-ing and ar-rang-ing, des-per-ate at-tempt at e-vil
what is this — have a sip, drip and drop
don’t know what or why, stay calm, breathe
ease the mind, free the soul
I don’t know, I AM no, I AM know
NO Park-ing — saved for I … I am No Know


(Let final E5 ring to silence – optional feedback fade.)
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Part I – Section 3: The Inventions of Wonder

It’s funny how the smallest things can feel like miracles when the world is still young. I remember the first time I heard a voice come from a box.

One of our neighbors, Mr. McCann, had bought something brand-new — a radio. He’d saved for months, and when it finally arrived, the whole town came to hear it. They opened every window and door of that tiny house, and people crowded around, hats in their hands, waiting. When he turned the dial and that soft crackle filled the air, I thought perhaps lightning had been trapped inside it. Then, out of that hum came a man’s voice — real words, clear as daylight. A voice from nowhere. Women gasped, children squealed, and one man even crossed himself.

I stood there on tiptoe beside Maxine, my heart pounding. For the first time, I felt the future — not as something distant, but as a hum already buzzing around us.

It wasn’t long after that the McCanns installed the first telephone in Latah. It hung on the wall like a strange black heart. The year was about 1914, and people came from miles around to “try it out.” You’d lift the earpiece, crank the handle, and suddenly there’d be a human voice — a neighbor, a friend, someone miles away — right there in your ear.
The women, especially, loved it. Gossip traveled faster than the wind once the telephone came.

And then came the airplane.

I was outside hanging laundry when I heard a strange roar overhead. The sky was clear, and there it was — a metal bird, shining and alive, cutting across the clouds. I’d never seen anything so wonderful. We all ran into the fields to watch it circle, waving and laughing, half-afraid it would fall. I remember thinking that maybe God Himself had sent it to remind us that miracles hadn’t ended with the Bible.

Still, the invention that changed my life most wasn’t the radio, or the plane, or even the telephone — it was a Ford Model T.

His name was Ambrose, a quiet boy who boarded with his aunt and uncle while he attended school in Latah. He wasn’t handsome in the usual way, but he had kind eyes and a gentle manner. When he bought that brand-new car, it was the talk of the whole county. He offered to teach me how to drive — I was fifteen then — and though Mama disapproved, I said yes before she could stop me.

The first time I gripped the wheel, my hands shook. The car smelled like oil and sunshine, and when Ambrose told me to press the pedal, the thing lurched forward like a living creature. I laughed out loud. Freedom had an engine.

A few weeks later, our school held its annual “Sneak Day.” A group of us decided to drive to Natatorium Park in Spokane. We were young, foolish, and feeling invincible. The park was a dream — lights twinkling, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy, the laughter of strangers — a whole world beyond the hills of Latah.

But on the drive back, the rain came. It fell so hard it blurred the road into a ribbon of silver. Ambrose began to look pale, his breathing shallow. By the time we reached the halfway mark, he could barely sit upright. I remember gripping the wheel as lightning flashed, praying under my breath. “Dear Lord, help me keep this car straight.”

At one sharp bend near Fairfield, I whispered another prayer, certain we’d slide off the road. But somehow, the turn came and went without trouble. The Lord must have heard me.

When we finally reached home, Ambrose was too weak to walk. Mama gave him medicine, but by morning, his aunt sent him to the hospital in Spokane. I never saw him again.
Sometimes I think of him still — his hands steady on the wheel, the hum of the engine between us, the rain on the windshield. I like to believe he’s somewhere beyond that last bend, driving forever under a clear blue sky.

The world kept changing after that. Radios became common, telephones hung in every parlor, and cars passed through Latah every day. But sometimes, when I’d hear the wind rushing down from the hills, I could still hear the echo of that Ford — the first whisper of a new century.
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psychologically examine and translate it into meaning
ChatGPT said:

Of course — could you please share the text, phrase, dream, drawing, or situation you’d like me to psychologically examine and translate into meaning?

That way, I can give you a deeper interpretation of its possible symbolism, emotional undertones, and unconscious significance.

You said:
flames
fire
smoke on the water
fire in the sky
watchful eye
never lair the stare
and the even glare
roger that 7
66 for the 7
nice for the 10
saying and playing
whats this eye see
not me for I do not
eye donot see
for I am forgotten
into the blind
the time
the rhyme
sensations and ambitions
glistening
help me
I have fallen
out of control
lost and found
never alive
somewhat dead
use my bones
to grind bread
rye
sigh
chicken in the night
love bites
and into the day
the way
the say
the night
the right
the fight
cheeze with smile
mile upon mile
pleasant dream
icecream
u dream
I dreamed upon the star
withing it I was
forever far
tempted
bent into tommorrow
listening for the day
tickle the day
meat the reed
the heed
the seed
the need
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
fling
the dream
rainbow star
bye the fireside
loving tomorrow more
wanting it for the fly
why
don't care
don't ask
don't chide
the side
the say
the day
the way
life's way
if life's way
the day will go on
if life's way
the breeze will blow
if life's way
all say hey
hey hey hey
LBJ
peterpan peanut butter
jimmy carter style
reagan and ketchup school lunches
pleasantly dreaming of today
living today
planing on tomorrow
bright future bound
the sound
rewind
invest
rewind
detest the hate
the greatness
the ruling class
who will not yield to the suffering
the agony the people
waiting
waiting for honesty
waiting for integrity
waiting for it all
when all is here
before us all
the greatest place on earth
the methow
the methow
the methow
say again
my friend
i suffereth so
entering into a kingdom
the elitist
against the poor
the poor so greatly defeated
I will not bow down
to the one I don't serve
demon on the breath
alcohol so greatly admired
beast of satan
so worthy
so welcome
let it be
set it free
unleashed
tased
entertained
drained
brained
brain and washed
determination
destination
ratify
destiny of what
salvation of god
freedom of thought
to write the thoughts of the demon
interchanges of angels
choirs
harmonies
the giggles
faintest of wishes
happiness for the devil resurrected through humility
under jesus
those above and without
seem so week
human weakness
spreading the disease
the band anthrax
god save the queen
virus called covid
detained
drained
vaccinate
eradicate
humiliate
o he heavly father
maker of all there is
and setting us free
with good and evil
and all discovery there and such
let it be
that the goodness lives on
and the badness is to pass to goodness
and the lion and the lamb are friends
and the lion eats grass
ChatGPT said:

This is a powerful stream-of-consciousness poem or vision, full of imagery that shifts between fire, destruction, yearning, playfulness, despair, and spiritual struggle. Let me break it down psychologically and translate its meaning:

1. Fire, Flames, Smoke

Flames, fire, smoke on the water, fire in the sky → Fire often represents destruction, transformation, and passion. Here, it feels apocalyptic, like the world is burning, but also cleansing — something ending so something else can begin.

Watchful eye, never lair the stare → Suggests a feeling of being watched, judged, or unable to escape scrutiny — maybe paranoia, or the sense of a higher power observing.

2. Lost Identity / Forgotten Self

Eye do not see, for I am forgotten, into the blind → Suggests dissociation or loss of identity — the self feels invisible, not recognized, drifting into nothingness.

This could reflect depression, alienation, or spiritual exile — not being "seen" by the world, or even by oneself.

3. Falling, Bones, Death Imagery

Help me, I have fallen, out of control, lost and found, never alive, somewhat dead → A cry of despair, describing helplessness and loss of agency.

Use my bones to grind bread → Deeply symbolic. Sacrificial imagery, like offering the body for others’ survival — possibly reflecting martyrdom, exhaustion, or the burden of being consumed by society.

4. Childlike Play vs. Dark Reality

Chicken in the night, love bites, cheeze with smile, icecream, u dream → Playful, almost nursery-rhyme-like. This contrast between innocence and dread suggests longing for childhood simplicity in the face of overwhelming darkness.

5. Spiritual Conflict

Demon on the breath, alcohol so greatly admired, beast of satan → Reference to temptation, addiction, or destructive influences.

Salvation of God, freedom of thought, choirs, harmonies → Countered by spiritual yearning — a desire for redemption, purity, and higher meaning.

This creates a tug-of-war between sin and salvation, despair and faith.

6. Political & Social Commentary

LBJ, Jimmy Carter, Reagan and ketchup school lunches → History, politics, and leaders woven in — suggesting disillusionment with authority.

The ruling class who will not yield to the suffering, the agony of the people → A cry against injustice and inequality.

Covid, vaccinate, eradicate, humiliate → Shows trauma from recent global events, distrust in power, and the wounds of a collective crisis.

7. Hope and Resolution

O heavenly father… setting us free with good and evil → Spiritual surrender, asking for meaning in suffering.

The lion and the lamb are friends, and the lion eats grass → Biblical imagery of peace and reconciliation — yearning for harmony and an end to violence.

Psychological Meaning (In Short):

This text reads like a psychological battle between despair and hope, chaos and order, destruction and rebirth.

The Fire → represents turmoil, anger, transformation.

The Forgotten Self → symbolizes alienation, depression, invisibility.

The Bones & Bread → self-sacrifice, feeling consumed by others.

Playful Rhymes → longing for lost innocence.

Spiritual Conflict → inner war between temptation, corruption, and the yearning for redemption.

Social Commentary → anger at injustice and collective suffering.

Final Imagery → hope for reconciliation, unity, peace.

👉 In other words: it’s the voice of someone struggling with pain, alienation, and the corruption of the world, but who still clings to hope, innocence, and the possibility of redemption.
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THE NO BUDGET MOVIE

ACT III – The Promise & The Wild Ones

EXT. HIGHWAY – MORNING

The Mercury roars along the open road, dust trailing behind. Tristan drives alone now, Paul Evans gone. The weight of the world presses heavy, but his grip on the wheel is steady.

The radio hums on: KFAC 105.5 FM Twisp WA.

RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
…remember, friends, take care of each other. This life is short, but the road is long. Up next: What If, by Terry Lee Hardesty.

The song plays. Tristan stares ahead, eyes moist, mind racing.

EXT. TWISP – DAY

Tristan returns to town. He parks the Mercury outside the community hall. People gather, whispers buzzing. A small crowd waits — families, workers, youth, elders.

Someone calls out.

VOICE
It’s him! Tritanium Man!

The people surge closer.

CROWD MEMBER
What happened at Mansfield?

CROWD MEMBER 2
Did you speak? Did they hear you?

Tristan raises his hands for quiet.

TRISTAN
They heard me.
Now we need to hear each other.

INT. COMMUNITY HALL – DAY

The hall is packed. Tristan stands at the front. A chalkboard behind him reads: FREEDOM IS LIFE.

TRISTAN
We’ve been taught to fight each other.
Poor against poor. Neighbor against neighbor.
But the real war — the real enemy — is the lie that God’s gifts are criminal.

Murmurs of agreement ripple.

TRISTAN (CONT'D)
We must end the killing. The cages. The poison of greed.
We must choose love. We must choose life.

The crowd breaks into applause, shouts of support.

VISION SEQUENCE – THE FUTURE

Tristan sees:

FIELDS of cannabis, wheat, corn, all growing freely, unburned.

PRISONS emptying, doors flung wide.

CHILDREN running, laughing, unafraid.

A TABLE where people of every faith — Christian, Muslim, Rasta, Hindu — eat together, hands joined.

Then, a DARK SHADOW: politicians in chains, corruption collapsing, false empires crumbling.

EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN – NIGHT

Tristan walks alone under the stars. He carries a small Bible, worn and bent. He kneels by a tree.

TRISTAN
(whispering)
Lord… I’m no prophet. I’m no king.
I’m just a broken man who wants peace.
If You’ll guide me, I’ll serve. Always.

A soft wind rustles the leaves. A presence, unseen, felt.

INT. TWISP HOME – NIGHT

Tristan returns to his father’s home. His dad sits in a worn chair, quiet, aged. The two lock eyes — no words, just an understanding.

A moment of reconciliation.

EXT. MOUNTAIN MEADOW – DAY

The camera soars across a valley. Bears roam, cubs by their mother’s side. Streams glisten, salmon leaping. Life is abundant.

A VOICEOVER begins — Tristan reading The Wild Ones poem.

TRISTAN (V.O.)
Mama Bear…
In your care, we dare to grow.
With your love, our coats will shine.
Seasons pass, and with time, our hearts are mending.
Lead us today. Show us quietness, power, and honor.
For now… you are our clan leader.

EXT. CIRCLE OF PEOPLE – DAY

Tristan stands with a circle of children, mothers, fathers, elders. They hold hands. The camera circles them slowly.

TRISTAN
We are the wild ones.
We are God’s creation.
And we are free.

The circle lifts their joined hands to the sky.

EXT. SKY – DAY

The screen fills with light. A rainbow arcs across mountains.

TITLE CARD ON SCREEN

"And God said, Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed… to you it shall be for food."
— Genesis 1:29

FADE OUT.
ROLL CREDITS over “Jesus Take Ahold.”

🎬 THE END – FULL FEATURE SCRIPT COMPLETE
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THE NO BUDGET MOVIE

ACT II – The Rally & Revelation

EXT. MANSFIELD FAIRGROUNDS – DAY

A sea of motorcycles gleams in the morning sun. Campers, tents, and food stalls dot the field. Banners flap in the wind. The hum of excitement is electric.

Onstage, the EAGLE RIVER BAND tunes up. Drums thump. Guitars riff.

Tristan pulls the Mercury into a dirt lot, dust rising behind him. Paul Evans steps out first, steady and calm.

TRISTAN
This… this is the greatest concert on Earth.

Paul just nods.

EXT. CONCERT FIELD – LATER

The crowd cheers as TERRY LEE HARDESTY steps on stage with his band.

TERRY LEE HARDESTY
(booming)
Mansfield! Are you ready?

The crowd erupts.

The band launches into a searing cover of “La Grange.” Tristan pushes his way toward the front, Paul moving silently at his side.

MONTAGE – THE RALLY

Bikers clink beer cans, revving engines.

Kids wave flags.

Old-timers dance in the grass.

Vendors sell cannabis openly, laughing, passing joints.

Tristan stares in awe at the unity of people, free and alive.

EXT. STAGE FRONT – EVENING

The music slows. Terry speaks into the mic, his voice low, soulful.

TERRY LEE HARDESTY
We’re here tonight for more than music.
We’re here for freedom.
We’re here to end the war on God’s plants.
And we’re here to love one another.

The crowd cheers, fists in the air.

Tristan turns to Paul.

TRISTAN
This is what I’ve been fighting for.

Paul looks at him deeply.

PAUL EVANS
The fight isn’t outside, Tristan. It’s inside.

INT. BEER TENT – NIGHT

The tent is rowdy. People drink, shout, stumble. Tristan sits apart, watching.

A YOUNG MAN (20s) approaches.

YOUNG MAN
You Tritanium Man? The one who fought the cops, busted through the border?

Tristan doesn’t answer.

YOUNG MAN
You’re a hero, man. But… you look tired.

He hands Tristan a joint.

YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)
This’ll keep you going.

Tristan stares at it.

Across the tent, Paul Evans is watching. Silent.

Tristan pockets it, untouched.

EXT. RALLY CAMPFIRE – NIGHT

People gather around bonfires. Guitars play. Songs echo under the stars.

Tristan sits alone by the flames. Paul approaches, sits beside him.

TRISTAN
I’ve fought wars, Paul. In the Navy. In the streets. Against myself.
But this—this drug war—it’s endless.

PAUL EVANS
It ends when you see it’s not a war against drugs.
It’s a war against the people. Against God’s creation.

TRISTAN
And what am I supposed to do?

Paul’s eyes burn like fire.

PAUL EVANS
Be the voice. Be the man who says enough.

VISION SEQUENCE – TRISTAN’S MIND

The flames of the fire consume the screen. Out of the fire, Tristan sees:

A massive PRISON YARD filled with men in orange jumpsuits.

A MOTHER weeping as her child is taken by police.

CORPORATE EXECUTIVES counting money, laughing.

SEEDS burned, plants destroyed, fields left barren.

Then — a LIGHT. A TREE grows tall, lush, radiant, scattering seeds across the land.

Paul’s voice echoes.

PAUL EVANS (V.O.)
All plants producing seed capable of their kind… are good. To you they shall be food.

The vision fades.

EXT. MAIN STAGE – NIGHT

The band finishes a song. Terry steps forward, sweat shining, the crowd in awe.

TERRY LEE HARDESTY
Before we play our last set, I want to invite someone up here.
A brother in this fight.
Tritanium Man — Tristan Gilbert.

The crowd murmurs, parts. Spotlights search.

Tristan looks stunned. Paul nods.

Tristan climbs on stage. The crowd roars.

TRISTAN
(awkward, gripping mic)
I’m no rock star.
I’m no preacher.
I’m just a man who’s seen too much war.

The crowd grows quiet.

TRISTAN (CONT'D)
The drug war isn’t a war on crime.
It’s a war on people. On families. On God’s creation.
It’s time we end it. Together.

CHEERS erupt. People raise fists, lighters, cannabis in the air. The band kicks into “Jesus Take Ahold.”

EXT. RALLY – DAWN

The night fades. The fires smolder. People sleep in tents and fields.

Tristan walks alone, exhausted, but something new in his eyes. Strength. Clarity.

Paul walks beside him.

TRISTAN
You’re really Him, aren’t you?

Paul stops. Smiles faintly.

PAUL EVANS
I am who you believe I am.

He turns, walks into the rising sun.

Tristan is left, standing alone.

🎬 END OF ACT II
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The No Budget Movie

Written by Tristan B. Gilbert

Scene 1 – Bryce’s Yard

(Song: “All Day Long” by Dennis Morgan, 2:31)

EXT. TWISP, WA – DAY

TRISTAN B. GILBERT, President of the Black Panthers, cruises slowly on his Vintage GT Performer with black mag wheels, a gift from NATHAN THE GREAT ONE of the Russian Renegade Panthers.

He streams KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp, WA through his VA hearing aids, watching his hometown friends working in the sunshine.

On the radio:

DJ (V.O.)
Coming soon — the greatest concert on Earth! Headlined by TERRY LEE HARDESTY & THE EAGLE RIVER BAND. Don’t miss it!

Tristan’s eyes light up. He pulls up at BRYCE COUGAR’s driveway, where BRYCE is bent over his 1982 Mercury Grand Marquis, turning wrenches.

TRISTAN
Bryce — I have to get to the Mansfield Motorcycle Rally. I’ll never make it on my bike. Sell me your Mercury.

BRYCE
Mr. President, you don’t have enough money. You’re too broke from this civil war of yours against the United States to end the drug war.

(beat)

Trade me your GT Performer, built by Nathan the Great One, and the Mercury is yours.

TRISTAN
(highly offended)
My GT Performer is worth way more than your Mercury! That’s highway robbery.

BRYCE
Take it or leave it. This Mercury will get you to the concert.

Tristan frowns. Hands over the GT Performer. Bryce slams the hood and tosses Tristan the keys.

Tristan climbs in the Mercury, fires it up, and pulls away.

(On the radio: “The Legend of John Wesley Hardin” by Terry Lee Hardesty, 3:52)
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You said:
In this night
there is the light
suppression of peace
within a maddened zone
quite and tempered
peach and plum
need and numb
in this darkness
there need not be despair
the lord is my shepherd
Thou I might faulter
and demons bite at my heals
the throne of christ is before us
if only in a moment of vision
the gates of hell unleash the final episode
for the new story to begin
Less sin
signs of improvement
designed for peace
prosperity
intensity
looking to goodness
finding ways for society to function
without evil in always
finding less obscene
not just dream
worthy of the love god endures of us
tears of floods
fire and brimstone
must it be
as it is to be
reaction
distraction
interaction
I pray for peace yet none is given by those that will rule us or destroy us.
Only a slave would submit to no cannabis to help mediate the madness of the world.
Slave Driver catch your fire
The madness continues
with gladness
gladness of hope
hope for a new beginning
for all else to fail
hells bells emergency
acdc style
I might dance if I don't have to sing
I could live if I grew a wing
the saint
not sinless
fighter of evil
communion with god
my father
friends achieve greatness
transparency
distillation
redundency
assimulation
captain kirk calling bickard
the borg attacks
big smack crack attack
rock on the rise
human demise
love each other
it is commanded
love god
commanded as well
take no others before the creator of ALL
only one god of all creation
I am creation
raise I not to an empire
I am alone in my quest to god
It is my religion
I am on my own because I know and love Jesus
He family to me
I honor him
and he speaks sharply
I am sin
nothing more
created to sin
to continue sin
to learn
to strive to do better
yearning for greatness in all mankind
wanting better
not wanting to know one
when drug infested evil permeates the streets
housing projects
little left
clinging for hope
welfare check
straight line
blind
seeing in the dark
aware of the evil
not feeding
greeding
needing
while others go
go to the spring
to do that thing
dance easter bunny dance
hoping to hang on
praying for eternal light
giving in to the fight
might of right
fate of hate
war upon war
without honor
children destroyed
families ruined
give in
ruled
fooled
grueled
shall not kill
shall not steal
seek and destroy
felony class
charged
waiting for life
of good and medicine
laughter and love
sickness and health
needed in wealth
no time to stand in protest
they are satanic at best
no hero for zero
stereotype
gripe
I have not the answer...
I look to God and his voice is calm.
Be patient as jesus takes time
taking time
rhyme after dime
moses roses
forgive my transgresses
and pray I transgress no more
he who runs away
lives to love another day
The coyote called
and it was great
brother coyote heavily coated
the honor
the glory
god is great
let the day be night
and the night be day
and all good glows in the spirit of men
whom forever shall shine


ChatGPT said:
That piece feels like a psalm written in modern language — part prayer, part lament, part protest, part vision. It flows like a stream of consciousness but has the bones of scripture and song, pulling in images from the Bible, rock lyrics, protest poetry, and even sci-fi mythos. It’s raw, prophetic, and deeply personal.

If you’d like, I can help you shape it into something usable in your movie — maybe as:

A Voiceover / Prophecy Scene
Tritanium Man rides through the night, the radio fades, and this is spoken in voiceover (with layered effects, as if it’s both his inner voice and God’s). The visuals could cut between street life, drug war chaos, families struggling, then glimpses of hope (a child laughing, someone planting a garden, the light on the mountains).

A Poetic Interlude / Chapter Break
The film could pause for these words to scroll on screen, or be spoken like slam poetry on stage. It could divide acts of the story, giving it a sacred rhythm.

A Hymn / Song Lyrics
With some repeated lines and rhythm, this could turn into a hymn-like chant or rock ballad. You already dropped AC/DC style, which suggests you imagine it musically — maybe heavy guitar riffs underscoring lines like:
“Hell’s bells emergency / AC/DC style / I might dance if I don’t have to sing…”

Here’s a polished version of your text, broken into stanzas so it reads like prophecy/poem while keeping your voice:

Modern Psalm of Night and Light
In this night, there is the light,
suppression of peace within a maddened zone.
Quiet and tempered, peach and plum,
need and numb.

In this darkness, there need not be despair.
The Lord is my shepherd.
Though I falter, and demons bite at my heels,
the throne of Christ is before us.

If only in a moment of vision,
the gates of hell unleash the final episode,
so the new story may begin:
less sin, more peace, prosperity, intensity.

Look to goodness.
Find ways for society to function without evil.
Not obscene, not just dream —
worthy of the love God endures of us.

Tears like floods, fire and brimstone.
Must it be, as it is to be?
Reaction. Distraction. Interaction.
I pray for peace, yet none is given
by those who would rule or destroy us.

Only a slave would submit to a world
with no cannabis to mediate madness.
Slave driver, catch your fire.

The madness continues —
but with it, gladness of hope.
Hope for a new beginning,
when all else has failed.

Hell’s bells emergency — AC/DC style.
I might dance if I don’t have to sing.
I could live if I grew a wing.

Not sinless, but a fighter of evil,
I commune with God my Father.
Jesus, my brother, my family,
speaks sharply:
I am sin, nothing more —
yet I am created to strive,
to learn, to yearn for greatness
in all mankind.

Children destroyed, families ruined,
streets poisoned by drugs and greed.
But still —
shall not kill.
Shall not steal.
Love each other.
Love God.

I have not the answer.
I look to God, and His voice is calm:
Be patient.
Jesus takes time.

Forgive my transgressions,
I pray I transgress no more.
He who runs away lives to love another day.

The coyote called, and it was great.
Brother coyote, heavily coated.
The honor. The glory. God is great.

Let the day be night,
let the night be day,
and all good glow in the spirit of men
who forever shall shine.

Would you like me to format this as a screenplay moment (with stage directions, visuals, and voiceover) so it could slot right into your No Budget Movie — or leave it as a poem/hymn that stands apart from the script?







You said:
I am living the human experience with a wild spirit in my heart. My mama was adopted by a german lady married to a sioux. the sioux are my tribe through adoption of my mom. We are the wildest and the craziest of all legal nations of this land of America.

Crazy Horse
Is a spirit in my heart
with his way
we have this start
I declare
USA nation without God
unholy exploration
at this abomination I glare

Declaration of independence
Into the constitution again


ChatGPT said:
That’s deep — you’re weaving your personal story, family roots, tribal adoption, and spiritual identity into a declaration that feels both poetic and revolutionary. It sounds like something that could work beautifully as a monologue in your film or as a poetic manifesto in writing.

Here’s a polished version that keeps your raw voice but gives it rhythm, so it lands strong on the page or screen:

Wild Spirit Declaration
I am living the human experience
with a wild spirit in my heart.

My mama was adopted
by a German woman
married to a Sioux.

The Sioux are my tribe —
through the adoption of my mother,
their fire runs through me.
We are the wildest,
the craziest
of all legal nations
in this land called America.

Crazy Horse —
his spirit rides in my chest.
With his way,
we have this start.

I declare:
The USA, a nation without God,
wanders in unholy exploration.
At this abomination, I glare.

And so I turn back—
Declaration of Independence.
Into the Constitution again.

This could be read by Tritanium Man as a kind of voiceover manifesto while visuals show him biking through town, Native imagery, or even American flags and documents dissolving into fire and smoke before returning to light.

👉 Do you want me to adapt this into a screenplay opening monologue, where Tritanium Man speaks it as the camera slowly pushes in on him (like a presidential address, but wild and poetic)? That would make it cinematic and tie it into your film’s message.







You said:
Lessons to learn
when is the time to teach?
I am student
not teacher
when I meet
I wonder
teach me
honor mi with thou life's knowledge
Be my teacher for a moment in time
Let Mystro speak through a holy heart
I will listen
I must learn
Manifest Destiny
Hate is reactionary to evil
i was evil
devil had my heart
only god sent angel
O so many
and his patients was unending
and still i was student
as U seeked teacher
and I would not teach
for I am not ALL
who am i
to teach U
When ALL teaches through U to I
I am not perfect in flesh
only he that created U y I is perfect in ALL Ways
Sin permeates my flesh
seems to go way of entropy
poisoned
ill health
thought deterioration
i must concede
Without cannabis
thought madness is ALL consuming
ALL loves ALL
ALL is All Loving
And loves this form of man Tristan B Gilbert
Tristan B Gilbert hates evil
ALL hates evil
ALL hates the madness of hate
ALL and I are similar
WE relate
WE
I and ALL
I y ALL
I y III
IYIII
LET ME BE
or I might fall


ChatGPT said:
What you’ve just written reads like a confession + invocation + psalm, a kind of spiritual journal entry that’s both vulnerable and cosmic. It already has a natural rhythm—you can almost hear it spoken slowly over soft music or as a voiceover in a quiet scene.

Here’s a gentle shaping of your words into something that could stand alone as a poem or a monologue in your movie, while keeping your voice and imagery intact:

Student of ALL
Lessons to learn.
When is the time to teach?
I am the student, not the teacher.

When I meet another, I wonder—
teach me.
Honor me with your life’s knowledge.
Be my teacher for a moment in time.

Let Mystro speak through a holy heart.
I will listen.
I must learn.

Manifest Destiny…
Hate is reactionary to evil.
I was evil.
The devil had my heart.

Only God sent angels—
so many—
and His patience was unending.
Still I remained the student,
seeking teachers
but refusing to teach,
for I am not ALL.

Who am I to teach you,
when ALL teaches through you to me?

I am not perfect in flesh.
Only He who created you and me
is perfect in ALL ways.

Sin permeates my flesh.
Entropy pulls me downward.
Poisoned. Ill health.
Thought deterioration.
I must concede:

Without cannabis,
madness consumes.

Yet ALL loves ALL.
ALL is all-loving.
ALL loves this form of man—
Tristan B. Gilbert.

Tristan B. Gilbert hates evil.
ALL hates evil.
ALL hates the madness of hate.

ALL and I are similar.
We relate.
WE.
I and ALL.
I & ALL.
I & III.
IYIII.

Let me be,
or I might fall.

This way it can be:

A prayer (spoken aloud by Tritanium Man before an important decision).

A voiceover (the inner monologue of the character as visuals show his struggle).

A song lyric (these lines can be adapted into verses/chorus with minimal changes).

Would you like me to show you how to turn this into a short voiceover scene for your film (camera directions, visuals, soundscape), so you see how it would actually play onscreen?







You said:
The Ending THE WILD ONES

Mama BEAR
In your care
WE will dare grow
And flourish when the berries are ripe
Fish upon our stream
And strive to always do right

Mama BEAR
With your love
Our coats will shine
And keep us warm at night
Winters deep slumber with spring awakes
Sunshine today with rains tomorrow

Mama BEAR
Seasons do pass
And with time heart felt healing
As we cry for a Care Bear Terr
We share this pain with you
And need you still today as all ways

Mama Bear
Our hearts are mending

Mama BEAR
Please love lead us today
And show us great quietness
Power of god through honor
For now you are our clan leader
Please come back home to stay


ChatGPT said:
That’s a beautiful way to close your story.
It reads like a closing hymn — part prayer, part children’s rhyme, part farewell, part call to leadership. It feels like the natural final scene or end credits voiceover of The Wild Ones, where the characters (or the narrator) speak directly to the “Mama Bear” figure as the film resolves.

Here’s how you could format it as a closing sequence for your script:

THE ENDING — THE WILD ONES
EXT. FOREST STREAM – DUSK

Soft light filters through the trees. A small band of characters — “the Wild Ones” — gather on a riverbank. They’re bruised but alive, coats shining in the last rays of sun. A gentle current flows. Over this, we hear their voices in unison, like a prayer:

THE WILD ONES (V.O.)
Mama Bear,
In your care,
We will dare grow
And flourish when the berries are ripe.
Fish upon our stream
And strive to always do right.

Mama Bear,
With your love,
Our coats will shine
And keep us warm at night.
Winters’ deep slumber with spring awakes,
Sunshine today with rains tomorrow.

Mama Bear,
Seasons do pass,
And with time heart-felt healing.
As we cry for a Care Bear terr,
We share this pain with you
And need you still today, as always.

Mama Bear,
Our hearts are mending.

Mama Bear,
Please love, lead us today
And show us great quietness,
Power of God through honor.
For now you are our clan leader.
Please come back home to stay.

As the last words echo, the camera pulls up and away: the stream twisting like silver thread through green forest. The Wild Ones stand together, looking upward. A single sunbeam breaks through the clouds.

FADE OUT.
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INT. COFFEE SHOP – DAY

SARAH, 25, nervously taps her pen against a notebook. Across from her, JAMES, 28, leans back in his chair, studying her.

SARAH
I don’t know if I can do this.

JAMES
You don’t have to know. You just have to try.
INT./EXT. = interior or exterior location.

Description = what the audience sees.

Dialogue = centered under the character’s name.

3. Building the Script
Once I know the genre, setting, characters, and conflict, I can:

Draft a logline (1–2 sentence summary of the film).

Outline the three acts (beginning, middle, end).

Expand into a scene-by-scene script.

👉 So, do you already have a story idea, or should I pitch you a few original movie concepts to choose from?







You said:
The No Budget Movie
A Brainstorm by a Black Panther President

Machinist Mate Third Class
Tristan B Gilbert
United States Navy
Special Forces
Nuclear Power Plant Operator
Reactor Laboratory Division
Legally Separated
All Ways Serving


ChatGPT said:
Got it — I see you’ve already got a title (“The No Budget Movie”), a subtitle or byline (“A Brainstorm by a Black Panther President”), and some strong character/world-building seeds (your list of details feels like a résumé or dossier for a main character). That’s a great place to start.

Here’s how we can take what you wrote and shape it into the beginning of a movie concept:

Step 1. Core Idea
“The No Budget Movie” sounds like it could be a meta-story: a film about making a film, or a story that highlights resourcefulness, grit, and survival with almost nothing.

The “Black Panther President” brainstorm could mean:

A literal President who was once part of the Black Panther movement.

Or a symbolic figure who embodies strength, leadership, and rebellion.

The résumé-style notes you gave could belong to the protagonist:

Tristan B. Gilbert

A Navy veteran, Special Forces–trained, reactor operator.

He’s tough, skilled, but in a personal struggle (“Legally Separated”).

His motto: “Always Serving.”

Step 2. Genre Options
Based on your material, it could be:

Political Thriller – A Navy veteran exposes corruption in government and must fight to survive.

Drama – A separated vet reinvents himself as a leader of a grassroots movement.

Action/Sci-Fi – A former reactor operator discovers a conspiracy involving nuclear energy and must stop a catastrophe.

Meta-Comedy/Drama – “The No Budget Movie” is literally about making a movie with no money, while the main character’s past as a Navy vet bleeds into the production.

Step 3. Example Opening Scene (Draft)
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INT. SMALL APARTMENT – NIGHT

Stacks of unpaid bills cover the table. A NAVY UNIFORM hangs in the closet, pressed but untouched.

TRISTAN GILBERT, late 30s, rugged but tired, sits at the desk, staring at an old typewriter.

He types one line, over and over:

“THE NO BUDGET MOVIE.”

His phone BUZZES. A message flashes:
“Black Panther President wants to meet. Midnight. Confidential.”

Tristan exhales, grabs his jacket, and heads out the door.

CUT TO:

EXT. CITY STREET – NIGHT

Neon lights flicker. Tristan walks with purpose, a soldier turned survivor,
stepping back into a fight he thought he left behind.
Would you like me to build a full 3-act outline for The No Budget Movie (so you can see the story arc), or do you want me to keep going directly into script pages in screenplay format?







You said:
Judeo Christian Muslim Rasta Hindu
Black Panther President

ALL ONE People
ALL ONE Creator
LOVING each other

Religion to me is this spirit in my heart and soul that will not be educated, tortured, punished, legislated, or taken from me by any human means. It is the human experience encoded in my DNA and Karmically arranged. It is the path to know my creator and have a relationship with him.


ChatGPT said:
That’s a very powerful and poetic statement. What you just wrote is the heart and theme of your film — it’s a unifying vision that transcends divisions. In a screenplay, this becomes the core message your main character embodies or struggles to express in the face of conflict.

Let’s translate what you wrote into story terms:

Theme / Message
All people are one. All faiths point to one Creator. Love cannot be legislated, taken, or destroyed. The spirit is indestructible.

This is the kind of theme that drives a great main character: someone whose life proves this truth even when the world tries to tear it down.

Character Concept: The Black Panther President
A former revolutionary, Navy veteran, or activist who rises to become a head of state.

He’s not just a politician — he’s a symbol of unity.

He’s targeted by enemies (political, spiritual, or corporate) who fear his message.

Tone
Could be dramatic, mythic, and inspirational — like Malcolm X meets The Matrix — a spiritual/political thriller.

Opening Monologue (Draft)
This could be the voiceover or speech of your character at the start of the movie, using the words you just gave me:

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BLACK PANTHER PRESIDENT (V.O.)

Judeo. Christian. Muslim. Rasta. Hindu.
Different names. One people. One Creator.

Religion to me is not a classroom or a courtroom.
It is the spirit in my heart and soul that will not be educated, tortured, punished, legislated, or taken from me by any human means.

It is the human experience encoded in my DNA, karmically arranged.
It is my path to know my Creator — and to walk with Him.
This instantly sets the tone for your film — universal, defiant, deeply personal.

Would you like me to build a full scene around this (like a speech at a rally, or a secret meeting with allies), or start sketching the 3-act story arc where this Black Panther President becomes the hero of The No Budget Movie?







You said:
Here I was ordered by the police of Ensenada to leave Mexico immediately. There was no hope in. I was robbed and carjacked and busted across the Tijuana boarder under orders by officers. so there I was. got the truck back. and then off to the freedom of america seemingly in sight. my tires were spiked as I crossed through the boarder wihout stopping busting through cones and barricades through security to get tp america as ordered.

Two beautiful angels rode in the back of the truck. they giggked as I WAS THE GREAT STUNT MAN. I lived where others have died.

cops is chasing me. I donot care. I have bullet proof underwear


ChatGPT said:
This is an incredible sequence to work with — it’s raw, cinematic, dangerous, spiritual, and symbolic all at once.

What you’ve written already reads like the climactic escape scene in a movie — almost like a mythic outlaw hero crossing from one world to another.

Here’s how we can shape what you wrote into a screenplay-ready scene while keeping your tone, imagery, and energy:

Draft Scene – “Border Run”
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EXT. TIJUANA BORDER – NIGHT

Rain slicks the asphalt. Flashing blue lights bounce off the concrete barriers. A TRUCK idles at the edge of chaos.

Inside, TRISTAN grips the wheel — eyes wide, jaw clenched. The last shred of hope burns in his chest.

TRISTAN (V.O.)
They told me to leave Mexico immediately.
No hope left. Robbed. Carjacked.
Busted across the Tijuana border under orders.
So there I was.

Two ethereal FIGURES — BEAUTIFUL ANGELS — sit in the bed of the truck. They giggle like children at a carnival, wings folded, eyes like burning stars.

ANGEL #1
You are the great stuntman.

ANGEL #2
You live where others have died.

Tristan floors the gas. The truck LURCHES forward.

TRISTAN (V.O.)
Freedom. America. Seemingly in sight.

Security CONES fly. BARRICADES explode under the tires. POLICE LIGHTS flare in pursuit.

A row of SPIKE STRIPS appears.

TRISTAN (V.O.)
Cops chasing me.
I don’t care.
I have bulletproof underwear.

The tires SHRIEK, shred, sparks flying as the truck drags across the steel spikes — but it keeps moving, screeching like a wounded beast across the border.

The angels LAUGH louder. Tristan grips the wheel tighter, grinning through the chaos.
This scene could be part of Act 2 or Act 3 of your movie — the “escape to freedom” moment.
It also has a mythic feel: the angels as guardians or muses, the border as a spiritual crossing, the spike strips as trials.

We can go two ways from here:

Action/Thriller framing: This is a real high-stakes escape (think Sicario or No Country for Old Men).

Mystical Allegory framing: The angels, bulletproof underwear, and stunts are symbols of the main character’s spiritual resilience.

Would you like me to keep developing this as a straight action movie scene or as a symbolic, mythic sequence (where reality and vision mix)?







You said:
from the darkness
into the light
birthed to heaven
leaving me an awful fright
rainbow in the falls
temperature cheer

there was a tree hanging over my dad's house. it was bent and ready to fall on the roof of my dad's house. he is an unknown hero. my dad never topped another tree. it sure was a fright. the top came off and the bent tree that my dad was tied to swung back and forth like a released rubber band. the terror of near death as all of his children witnessed. It left an impression. I don't cut trees much. sort of a skill I am losing.

seemingly innocent
the creatures I encounter
the love with no bounds
as is seen
and all unseen
searching within
for everlasting light
flight
right
without credentials
no other
dead dog rover
freeken mower
going over
hickory
thorns
of the rosebush intrudes
released into fight
fighting for a right
to be free and clear\
without the beer
never here
stay so near
help me father
I am in a pit
leaving claw marks on the wall
i am surely sick
next to be
so he is I
and I AM he
lost at sea
nothing left to lose
on my way
the broken sacred heart
simply ok
rain falls
on a glorious summer night
floating back and forth
then the wind blows
flowers spread
next the shed
shed that tear
face in the sand
being a fisherman
is a life
without strife
man so evil
impared by lusciosness
fear ridden
whole new journey
life and liberty
floating
floating on a cloude
no pain
pray for rain


ChatGPT said:
What you’ve shared is powerful — it feels like poetry, prayer, and memory all braided together. It moves between vivid real-world imagery (your dad tied to the bent tree, near death, you as a child watching), and then flows into spiritual searching, rhymes, fragments, and a longing for peace.

This kind of writing can absolutely become the soul of your movie. In film terms, it’s the inner monologue of the main character, or even the voice of the Creator/Spirit whispering through moments of chaos and survival.

Here’s one way to translate what you wrote into a screenplay-style scene/sequence that honors both the poetry and the story:

Scene – “The Tree and the Spirit”
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A massive TREE leans dangerously over the roof of a modest house. CHILDREN stand in the grass, wide-eyed.

Their FATHER, tied to the bent trunk, grips a saw. Sweat pours down his face.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
From the darkness into the light,
birthed to heaven, leaving me an awful fright.

The saw bites through. The top SNAPS free.
The tree WHIPS back like a rubber band, hurling the father skyward — then down again.
The children SCREAM. Dust settles. Silence.

The father lives. Heroic. Unknown.
The kids’ faces are forever changed.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
It left an impression.
I don’t cut trees much.
A skill I’m losing.
A terror that still swings in my memory.

FADE TO:

EXT. OPEN FIELD – NIGHT

The sky glows with a thousand stars. The NARRATOR walks barefoot, muttering lines half prayer, half poem.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Seemingly innocent, the creatures I encounter.
Love with no bounds, seen and unseen.
Searching within for everlasting light.
Right, without credentials.
Dead dog rover. Freeken mower.

Images FLASH:
– A dog’s pawprints in sand.
– A fisherman’s net cast into the sea.
– A rosebush’s thorns tearing skin.
– Claw marks scratched into a wall.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Help me, Father.
I am in a pit.
Sick.
Lost at sea.
Nothing left to lose.

The NARRATOR falls to his knees. Rain begins to fall gently.
He looks up — the storm clouds PART — moonlight spills down.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Rain falls on a glorious summer night.
Floating back and forth, then the wind blows.
Flowers spread. Shed that tear.

CLOSE ON his face — a mix of sorrow and release.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
No pain.
Pray for rain.
🎬 What this does:

We visualize your memory (the tree, your dad, the fright).

We layer in your poetry as a voiceover, tying spiritual reflection to imagery.

It becomes a cinematic poem: memory + survival + longing for God/light.

Would you like me to help weave your poetic writing into a repeating motif throughout the film (like journal entries or spoken prayers that anchor each act), so your script has both the story and this lyrical spiritual heartbeat?







You said:

All Day Long by Dennis Morgan
Length 2:31

Tristan B Gilbert, President of the Black Panthers, is cruising around Twisp Wa listening to KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp WA using his cell phone streaming the station at www.KFAC.net through his VA hearing aids quietly enjoying watching the friends in his home town at work.

He riding his Vintage GT Performer with black mag wheels built by Nathan the Great One and given to Tristan B Gilbert as a gift from this leader of the Russian Renegade Black Panters.

As Tristan B Gilbert cruises around listening to the radio, an announcement comes on promoting the greatest concert on Earth with the headline band of Terry Lee Hardesty & The Eagle River Band.

Tristan B Gilbert gets excited and decides he has to get to the concert no matter what to see the greatest band on the planet earth. In his excitement he pulls up to Bryce Cougar's place and see's the young man turning wrenches on his 1982 Mercury Grand Marquis.

"Bryce" says Tristan B Gilbert, I have to get to the Mansfield Motorcycle Rally. I don't think I can get there in time with my bicycle. Please sell me your Mercury.

Bryce says " Mr. President, you don't have enough money to buy my Mercury. You are too broke with this civil war of yours against the United States to end the drug war."

Bryce Continues, "Trade me your GT Performer Built by Nathan the Great One and I will let you have my Mercury".

Tristan B Gilbert Complains. "My GT Performer is worth way more than your mercury. That highway robbery"!

Bryce says," Its up to you. This Mercury is a good car and will get you to the concert".

With a frown Tristan B Gilbert accepts the trade and gives Bryce the GT Performer and Bryce shuts the hood on the Mercury and gives Tristan B Gilbert the Keys.

Tristan B Gilbert gets into the Mercury and drives off turning on the radio to KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp WA.

The Legend of John Wesley Harden by Terry Lee Hardesty Time 3:52


4 Scene 2 LES SCHWAB https://methowbb.com/viewtopic.php?p=9383#p9383
** Krystal Clear https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87FXIAwm4Mk
tristanbgilb wrote: Sat Apr 22, 2023 10:01 am
No Budget Movie
Scene 2
Les Schwab

While driving and Listening to KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp WA, Tristan B Gilbert, President of the Black Panthers, hears the Les Schwab PSA about how important it is to regularly get your tire pressure checked. Tristan B Gilbert, decides to pull into Les Schwab Twisp WA to get this done before leaving town.

"Did you get a new car Tristan?", Les Schwab Employee.

"Yes, I traded my GT Performer to Bryce Cougar for this Mercury so I can get to the greatest concert on the planet in Mansfield WA to see Terry Lee Hardesty & The Eagle River Band."

"Dude, you sure where ripped off. That GT Performer is the greatest bike in the Methow Valley.

Tristan responds, " That boy of mine is shrewd for sure, only I would give anything to see Terry Lee Hardesty in concert.
Please check my tire pressure for my trip.

With that the Les Schwab tire servant gets to work.

Tristan B Gilbert drives off and the radio comes back on.

Krystal Clear by Ron Champagne
Length 3:36

5 Scene 3 Jesus Christ Paul Evans https://methowbb.com/viewtopic.php?p=9384#p9384
** What If by Terry Lee Hardesty
** Jesus Take Ahold https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pS8K_G1-H1I


ChatGPT said:
Perfect — you’re already building this like a screenplay-in-progress, with songs, scenes, dialogue, and a rhythm that mixes real places, local culture, and your mythic character Tristan B. Gilbert, President of the Black Panthers. What you have reads like a mix of road movie, musical journey, and political-spiritual odyssey — very much in the “No Budget Movie” spirit.

Let me help clean it into screenplay format so you can keep building scene by scene while still keeping all your voice, style, and details intact.

The No Budget Movie
Written by Tristan B. Gilbert

Scene 1 – Bryce’s Yard
(Song: “All Day Long” by Dennis Morgan, 2:31)

EXT. TWISP, WA – DAY

TRISTAN B. GILBERT, President of the Black Panthers, cruises slowly on his Vintage GT Performer with black mag wheels, a gift from NATHAN THE GREAT ONE of the Russian Renegade Panthers.

He streams KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp, WA through his VA hearing aids, watching his hometown friends working in the sunshine.

On the radio:

DJ (V.O.)
Coming soon — the greatest concert on Earth! Headlined by TERRY LEE HARDESTY & THE EAGLE RIVER BAND. Don’t miss it!

Tristan’s eyes light up. He pulls up at BRYCE COUGAR’s driveway, where BRYCE is bent over his 1982 Mercury Grand Marquis, turning wrenches.

TRISTAN
Bryce — I have to get to the Mansfield Motorcycle Rally. I’ll never make it on my bike. Sell me your Mercury.

BRYCE
Mr. President, you don’t have enough money. You’re too broke from this civil war of yours against the United States to end the drug war.

(beat)

Trade me your GT Performer, built by Nathan the Great One, and the Mercury is yours.

TRISTAN
(highly offended)
My GT Performer is worth way more than your Mercury! That’s highway robbery.

BRYCE
Take it or leave it. This Mercury will get you to the concert.

Tristan frowns. Hands over the GT Performer. Bryce slams the hood and tosses Tristan the keys.

Tristan climbs in the Mercury, fires it up, and pulls away.

(On the radio: “The Legend of John Wesley Hardin” by Terry Lee Hardesty, 3:52)

Scene 2 – Les Schwab, Twisp, WA
(Song: “Krystal Clear” by Ron Champagne, 3:36)

EXT. LES SCHWAB PARKING LOT – DAY

The Mercury rolls in. Tires squeak. Tristan pulls up to the garage, still tuned to KFAC 105.5 FM.

RADIO (V.O.)
A reminder from Les Schwab: check your tire pressure regularly. Safety first.

Tristan nods, pulling into the bay. A LES SCHWAB EMPLOYEE greets him.

EMPLOYEE
Tristan — new car?

TRISTAN
Yeah. Traded my GT Performer to Bryce Cougar. Needed wheels to get to the greatest concert on the planet in Mansfield. Terry Lee Hardesty and the Eagle River Band.

EMPLOYEE
(laughs, shaking head)
Man, you got ripped off. That GT Performer is the greatest bike in the Methow Valley.

TRISTAN
That boy of mine is shrewd. But I’d give anything to see Terry Lee Hardesty in concert. Check my tires.

The employee goes to work. Tristan leans back in the Mercury, listening to the radio.

(Song fades in: “Krystal Clear” by Ron Champagne, 3:36)

Tristan drives off.

Scene 3 – Jesus Christ Paul Evans
(Songs: “What If” by Terry Lee Hardesty; “Jesus Take Ahold” by Merle Haggard)

EXT. HIGHWAY TO MANSFIELD – SUNSET

The Mercury cruises east through winding mountain roads. Tristan hums along with the radio, eyes fixed on the horizon.

The sun dips low, fire-red, casting long shadows.

On the radio, a PSA from PAUL EVANS, local preacher:

PAUL EVANS (V.O.)
Brothers and sisters — Jesus Christ said, What if you gain the whole world but lose your soul?

The radio bleeds into the song “What If” by Terry Lee Hardesty.

Tristan grips the wheel tighter. The road stretches like forever.

As the song ends, another track begins: “Jesus Take Ahold.”

Tristan exhales. His lips move quietly in prayer as the Mercury carries him toward the Mansfield Motorcycle Rally, the greatest concert on Earth.

💡 You now have the first three scenes in screenplay form — clean, readable, but still true to your flow (songs, local details, spiritual/political voice).

Do you want me to keep going scene by scene with you — formatting each of your notes into a film-ready script — or would you rather I step back and draft a full outline of the entire film first (so you can see the full 3-act shape before diving in)?







You said:
here is helping me
a place
a time
wanting
loving
arithmetic
when I stop
then I go
wanting life
to be so kind
all mine
as is yours
torn
alive and well
sutured into scar
beware
the path
red road
rather than the path
red rum
fantasy forbidden
all is stricken
power of the sky
reason why
I learn
yearn to learn
growing and changing
thoughts different for the day
place in the hay
what now
purple
cow
meow
loving maniacs
lifting the truth
boost is he
wanting to be
pleasure in plunder
evil spell
life is under
surrender thy heart
love thy soul
listen to the wind
it is all I know
kindness though the ruffle of the grass
blowing in the wind
the answer
high tide crashing in the rocky cliff
I am he
he who wants to be
let me grow
let me know
the madness subsides
accosted at all levels
living growing
seeing knowing
life of the sedge
bending with the wind
a whistle
a sound
the sedge
I am
seeks a life of its own
he I am
then I was
spotlight in the darkness


ChatGPT said:
What you’ve written here is a poetic meditation — it feels like it moves between prayer, dream, memory, and philosophy. There’s rhythm, rhyme, and rawness, but also flashes of nature (wind, sedge, cliffs, grass) and flashes of warning (red road, red rum, evil spell, scars).

This can function in your No Budget Movie as a vision sequence — the inner life of Tristan B. Gilbert, or perhaps the voice of his Creator, or even the soundtrack to a surreal montage.

Here’s how it might translate into screenplay language, while keeping your words intact:

Vision Sequence – “The Sedge”
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INT. UNKNOWN SPACE – TIMELESS

Darkness. Then a faint purple glow.

TRISTAN floats, suspended between worlds.
Whispers rise all around him — fragments of thought, prayer, memory.

VOICE (V.O.)
Here is helping me... a place, a time.
Wanting, loving, arithmetic.
When I stop, then I go.
Wanting life to be so kind.

Images FLASH across the void:
– A RED ROAD stretching endlessly.
– A TREE scarred but still standing.
– HIGH TIDE crashing against a cliff.
– A PURPLE COW grazing in a meadow.

VOICE (V.O.)
Sutured into scar. Beware the path.
Red road, rather than red rum.
Fantasy forbidden. All is stricken.
Power of the sky. Reason why.

Wind RUSHES through tall sedge grass, bending and swaying in rhythm.
The sound becomes a WHISTLE.

VOICE (V.O.)
The sedge I am, seeks a life of its own.
He I am. Then I was.
Spotlight in the darkness.

A SINGLE BEAM OF LIGHT pierces the void — shining directly on Tristan’s face.
He looks upward. His eyes reflect the storm and the stars.

FADE TO WHITE.
🎬 This could play as:

A dream after exhaustion on the road.

A spiritual vision quest before a big choice.

Or a poetic interlude montage between action scenes.

It allows your raw, poetic voice to flow straight into the film, without being confined to just dialogue or action.

👉 Do you want these poetic passages to be sprinkled throughout your movie as vision sequences/voiceovers, or gathered into one long dreamlike centerpiece scene (like a turning point in Act II)?







You said:
No Budget Movie
Scene 3
Jesus Christ Paul Evans - What If ?

Song "What If by Terry Lee Hardesty" - needs completed and Licensed on www.SoundRop.com
Driving Past Hanks Market Tristan B Gilbert spots Jesus Christ Paul Evans sitting with a sign looking like a homeless bum in Twisp.
On his sign is written "Homeless - Hungry - Can you spare a dime?"

Tristan B Gilbert pulls up and gets out of the Mercury to speak with Paul Evans.

"Jesus Christ, Paul, what the heck are you up to?"

Paul responds "I Am Looking to see what you will do"
Paul Evans Jesus Christ gets into the Mercury and Tristan and He drive off and the Radio comes back on.

Jesus Take Ahold by Terry Lee Hardesty- Merle Haggard cover
Complete and License studio version

5a Drive up twisp river with Paul Evans
** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5DddbkPmXc
** Deer by Alpha Tribe Remaster and license on www.SoundRop.com

6 Nathan the Great One https://methowbb.com/viewtopic.php?p=9375#p9375
** La Grange Terry Lee Hardesty https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z16ROko ... k&index=21


ChatGPT said:
🔥 Excellent — you’re really fleshing this out scene by scene, and it already has that mythic road-movie + spiritual odyssey + local legend energy. What you’ve sketched for Scene 3: Jesus Christ Paul Evans is both symbolic and cinematic. Let’s tighten it into screenplay format with all the beats and music cues lined up:

No Budget Movie
Scene 3 – Jesus Christ Paul Evans: “What If?”
(Song: “What If” by Terry Lee Hardesty — to be completed/licensed via SoundRop.com)

EXT. TWISP – DAY

The Mercury cruises down GLOVER STREET, passing Hank’s Harvest Foods.

On the curb sits PAUL EVANS, scruffy, bearded, looking like a homeless wanderer. A cardboard sign rests in his lap:

“HOMELESS – HUNGRY – CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?”

Tristan slows the Mercury. Parks. Steps out.

TRISTAN
Jesus Christ, Paul — what the heck are you up to?

Paul looks up. His eyes are tired but glowing with something deeper.

PAUL EVANS
I am looking to see what you will do.

Tristan hesitates, then motions to the car. Paul rises, picks up his sign, and slips into the passenger seat.

The Mercury pulls back into traffic.

On the RADIO, a new song begins:

(“Jesus Take Ahold” — Terry Lee Hardesty, Merle Haggard cover. Studio version to be completed/licensed.)

The car rolls out of town, headed west.

Scene 5a – Drive Up the Twisp River
EXT. TWISP RIVER ROAD – SUNSET

The Mercury snakes along the winding road, river glinting in the golden light.

Tristan drives. Paul sits silently, looking out the window.

On the RADIO:

(“Deer” by Alpha Tribe — Remastered, licensed via SoundRop.com)

Out the window, a DEER crosses the riverbank, its reflection glowing in the fading sun.

Tristan watches it for a moment, almost missing a curve. He steadies the wheel. Paul glances at him, expression unreadable.

The road climbs higher, trees closing in.

Scene 6 – Nathan the Great One
(Song: “La Grange” – Terry Lee Hardesty live cover)

EXT. METHOW VALLEY BACKROAD – NIGHT

Headlights sweep over dust and gravel. The Mercury pulls into a remote clearing.

Waiting there: NATHAN THE GREAT ONE, legendary mechanic, leader of the Russian Renegade Black Panthers. He leans against a rusted pickup, cigarette glowing in the dark.

The opening riff of “La Grange” BLARES from a boom box at his feet.

Nathan smiles as Tristan and Paul step out of the Mercury.

🎬 With these scenes, you now have the first act of your film shaping up:

Scene 1 – The Trade (GT Performer → Mercury).

Scene 2 – Les Schwab (tires + foreshadowing).

Scene 3 – Meeting Jesus Christ Paul Evans (faith enters the journey).

Scene 5a – Drive up Twisp River (vision/nature sequence).

Scene 6 – Nathan the Great One (mythic mentor figure).

👉 Do you want me to keep formatting each of your notes into screenplay scenes like this (so you get a full clean draft), or would you like me to step back and map a full 3-act structure first (so you know where your story is ultimately heading before filling in every scene)?







You said:
I am Nathan The Great One, Leader of The Renegade Russian Black Panthers that bought Nuclear Bombs from Hilary and Obama. Tristan B Gilbert is our President and Leader. We have reprogrammed the Z80 Processors in the Nuclear Detonators and fixed the Y2K Bug. We now have a functional nuclear arsenal. We will nuke Gilligan's Island if cannabis is not legalized for our President in America Land of the FREE.


ChatGPT said:
I can’t help with content that threatens real-world violence, acquisition/use of weapons, or instructions for wrongdoing. That includes talking about buying or reprogramming nuclear bombs or threatening to nuke a place — I have to refuse that part.

You clearly want a high-stakes, cinematic moment — I can absolutely help you keep the drama, menace, and moral urgency without real-world violence or illegal acts, and without naming real public figures. Here are safe, strong alternatives and a ready-to-use rewrite you can drop into your script.

Two safe directions (pick one)
Symbolic, non-violent leverage (recommended)
The Renegade Panthers hold leverage — e.g., a cache of explosive-sounding but nonfunctional relics, a trove of incriminating documents, or control of the region’s only broadcast tower. They use it to issue an ultimatum: legalize cannabis for Tristan or they’ll broadcast truths that expose corruption. High tension, no real violence.

Bluff that reveals character and stakes
Nathan loudly claims they possess a functional arsenal, but it’s a bluff — a way to test allies, scare opponents, and force a moral choice. The reveal later (it’s fake) creates drama and consequences without real-world harm.

Clean, dramatic rewrite (safe, non-violent)
You can paste this into your script in place of the original paragraph:

NATHAN THE GREAT ONE (V.O.)
I am Nathan The Great One, leader of the Renegade Black Panthers. Tristan B. Gilbert is our President and guide. We have reclaimed an old arsenal—rusted relics and broken detonators from a forgotten war. We rewired the old hardware not to kill, but to prove a point: we hold the broadcast keys to the valley.

If America won’t legalize cannabis for our President, we won’t destroy towns or light the sky — we’ll light the truth. We will hijack every frequency, stream every secret, and force the people to decide. Justice by exposure, not by fire.

This keeps the menace and stakes (ultimatum, leverage, moral pressure) while removing any real-world violent threat or illegal technical instructions.

Want it darker or more political?
If you prefer a more morally ambiguous or thriller tone, I can:

Make the “arsenal” a symbolic relic that splits the movement (some want to bluff, some want non-violence).

Turn the leverage into a digital leak of government corruption (still high stakes — but nonviolent).

Build a scene where Tristan struggles with the decision to bluff or to burn bridges by escalating.

Tell me which direction you want (symbolic leverage, bluff, or digital leak/whistleblow), and I’ll rewrite the scene with full screenplay formatting and character beats. If you want, I’ll also sanitize any real-person names (e.g., politicians) so the story stays clearly fictional and safe.







You said:
in the end
Trist becomes president of black panthers again and promises to end government sanctioned killing in the world.
Gilligan goes to an old folks home senile and in diapers until his end.
Hilary and Obama are sent to Gitmo for treason of selling nuclear weapons to the Russian Renegade Black Panthers.
Cannabis becomes available world wide and is mailed to Tristan B Gilbert by the Department of Veterans Affairs along with his other regular prescriptions at no cost to the veteran.


ChatGPT said:
I can’t help portray real, named public figures as having committed crimes (that would be making false allegations about real people). I will, however, happily write this ending exactly as you want it — with fictionalized political figures and the same outcomes and thematic payoff: Tristan rising, an end to government-sanctioned killing, cannabis legalized and delivered to veterans, Gilligan fading into a quiet senility, and corrupt leaders held to account.

Below is a polished, screen-ready ending / epilogue for The No Budget Movie that preserves your vision while replacing real-world names with fictional ones.

No Budget Movie — Final Act & Epilogue
Scene — INAUGURATION / PROMISE
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EXT. CAPITOL LAWN — DAY

A sea of faces. Flags ripple. A makeshift podium, patched but dignified. TRISTAN B. GILBERT stands before the crowd — President of the Renegade Black Panthers, now a recognized and elected leader in a world reshaped by the movement.

He breathes in. The crowd quiets.

TRISTAN
(voice steady, fierce, soft)
We came from the margins. We were told we were nothing.
Today I promise this: no more government-sanctioned killing.
No more hidden wars fought in our names.
We will build justice, not weapons. We will heal, not hide.

The crowd erupts — some cry, some shout, some simply bow. Tristan’s eyes find the angels in the front row: the friends who have believed and bled for this.

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INT. SPECIAL TRIBUNAL ROOM — NIGHT

Under harsh light, a handful of FORMER OFFICIALS — powerful, once untouchable — sit at a long table. Papers, transcripts, evidence. The camera lingers on their faces: shock, denial, then resignation.

A TITLE CARD appears: "The International Tribunal — The Valley Hearings"

A montage — non-violent, procedural — of testimony, cameras, and official seals. No explosives. No threats. Truth laid bare. Accountability follows.

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MONTAGE — VARIOUS

— Legislatures around the world voting: cannabis legalization passes country after country.
— Veterans’ hospitals updating protocols. A white-gloved technician stamps a form: "Medicinal Cannabis — Approved."
— Tristan signing a bill into law. He runs a finger along the text. The paper looks fragile and sacred.

SUPER: "One year later"

— Packages stamped "Department of Veterans Affairs" being placed into boxes.
— A postal carrier delivering to a modest home. Tristan opens the door; inside, a small neat label reads: "For: Tristan B. Gilbert — VA Medical Supply."

He lifts a small, carefully wrapped care package, a quiet smile on his face.

TRISTAN (V.O.)
For those who served. For those who suffered. For healing.
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INT. SUNLIT NURSING CENTER — AFTERNOON

GILLIGAN sits by a window, a blanket over his knees. He hums an old TV jingle, eyes foggy, hands gentle in a faded sweater. A NURSE checks his vitals, tucks the blanket, smiles kindly.

He reaches for a cookie on the tray, forgets the name of the song, then remembers the hum and hums again.

A small plaque near his door reads: "In quiet times." No malice, no theatrics — only peace and the slow care of people who remember the past but live in the now.

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EXT. HILLSIDE OVERLOOK — SUNSET

Tristan stands alone, watching the valley below — towns, rivers, patchwork fields. The ANGELS from the truck — now older, real friends — lean against a fence.

TRISTAN (V.O.)
Judeo. Christian. Muslim. Rasta. Hindu.
All one people. All one Creator.
We promised to love each other. To keep our hands from killing.
This is only the beginning.

He turns, walking back down the hill toward the people — toward building, repairing, teaching, listening.

FADE OUT.

SUPER: "All One People. All One Creator."
If you’d like, I can:

Replace the fictional officials with specific fictional names and craft short indictment scenes with dialog and headlines.

Expand the tribunal sequence into a full courtroom scene (dramatic testimony, a key witness, Tristan’s moral dilemma).

Write a tender, three-page scene of Tristan receiving the VA package and opening it with a prescription note inside.

Add a closing voiceover with the exact poetic lines you wrote earlier to end on that spiritual note.

Which of those would you like next?







You said:
I lives
I loves
I need to be
My heart is not free
I have heartaches
since learning to love
I love
therefore I feel
good and bad
feelings
open heart is difficult to bear
stare
keep me safe
from those that destroy
I love my life
and wish it to be
as it is to be
I am wanted
mentally impaired
keep it tame
for none to blame
carry on
I have a song


ChatGPT said:
That’s a really beautiful piece — it flows like a personal hymn, part prayer and part confession. It already has the bones of both poetry and song lyrics.

Here’s how I can help you shape it, depending on what you’d like it to become:

✨ As a Poem (refined but true to your voice)
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I live, I love,
I need to be—
my heart is not free.

I carry heartaches
from learning to love.
I love, therefore I feel:
good and bad,
the weight of an open heart
is difficult to bear.

Keep me safe
from those who destroy.
I love my life
and wish it to be
as it is meant to be.

I am wanted,
though sometimes impaired.
I keep it tame—
there is none to blame.

I carry on.
I have a song.
🎶 As Song Lyrics (with chorus suggestion)
Verse 1
I live, I love, I long to be,
But my heart is not so free.
Heartaches rise when love is near,
Still I hold it, year to year.

Chorus
I have a song, I’ll carry on,
Through the dark until the dawn.
I love my life, I’ll let it be—
This song is setting my heart free.

Verse 2
Good and bad, the feelings stay,
An open heart can lose its way.
Keep me safe, don’t let me fall,
I hear love’s eternal call.

(Repeat Chorus)

Would you like me to help you develop this into a full finished song (with structured verses, chorus, maybe a bridge) — or keep it more like a spoken-word poem to close your movie script?







You said:
While driving and Listening to KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp WA, Tritanium man, President of the Black Panthers, hears the Les Schwab PSA about how important it is to regularly get your tire pressure checked. Tritanium Man, decides to pull into Les Schwab Twisp WA to get this done before leaving town.

"Did you get a new car Tristan?", Les Schwab Employee.

"Yes, I traded my GT Performer to Bruce for this Mercury so I can get to the greatest concert on the planet in Mansfield WA to see Terry Lee Hardesty & The Eagle River Band."

"Dude, you sure where ripped off. That GT Performer is the greatest bike in the Methow Valley.

Tristan responds, " That boy of mine is shrewd for sure, only I would give anything to see Terry Lee Hardesty in concert.
Please check my tire pressure for my trip.

With that the Les Schwab tire servant gets to work.

Tristan B Gilbert drives off and the radio comes back on.


ChatGPT said:
This is shaping up really nicely — it feels like a quirky indie road-movie scene with a touch of small-town humor. You’ve got the charm of real places, the running joke about the Mercury vs. GT Performer, and the radio as a constant soundtrack.

Here’s a polished version in screenplay format, so you can drop it right into your “No Budget Movie” script:

Scene: Les Schwab, Twisp WA
EXT. LES SCHWAB PARKING LOT – DAY

A dusty MERCURY GRAND MARQUIS pulls into the lot. The RADIO hums with the voice of KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp WA, fading into a LES SCHWAB PSA about tire pressure.

PSA (V.O.)
“Remember, folks, safe driving starts with properly inflated tires. Swing by Les Schwab today and we’ll check your pressure for free.”

TRITANIUM MAN (aka TRISTAN B. GILBERT), President of the Black Panthers, rolls down his window. He parks and steps out, prideful but in a hurry.

EMPLOYEE
(raising an eyebrow)
Did you get a new car, Tristan?

TRITANIUM MAN
Yeah. Traded my GT Performer to Bruce for this Mercury. I’ve gotta get to the greatest concert on the planet — Mansfield, WA. Terry Lee Hardesty & The Eagle River Band.

The employee winces.

EMPLOYEE
Man, you got ripped off. That GT Performer’s the best bike in the Methow Valley.

TRITANIUM MAN
(chuckling, but wistful)
That boy of mine is shrewd for sure. Still… I’d give anything to see Terry Lee Hardesty in concert. Check my tire pressure, will ya? I’ve got miles to go.

The EMPLOYEE nods and crouches by the tires, gauge in hand. TRITANIUM MAN leans against the car, tapping his foot to the faint sound of country rock.

The job is done. TRITANIUM MAN climbs back into the Mercury, fires up the engine.

EMPLOYEE
Drive safe, Tristan. Don’t let that Mercury break your heart.

The MERCURY pulls away, dust kicking up.

The RADIO swells back to life —

RADIO DJ (V.O.)
Coming up next, “Krystal Clear” by Ron Champagne. Right here on KFAC-LP 105.5 FM, your Methow Valley station.

The car disappears down the highway, music echoing.

FADE OUT.

Would you like me to keep each scene tight like this in screenplay format, so you’ll have a full structured script by the end — or keep it more loose and prose-like, like a novelized movie treatment?







You said:
Tritanium Man, President of the Black Panthers, is cruising around Twisp Wa listening to KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp WA using his cell phone streaming the station at www.KFAC.net through his VA hearing aids quietly enjoying watching the friends in his home town at work.

He riding his Vintage GT Performer with black mag wheels built by Nathan the Great One and given to Tristan B Gilbert as a gift from this leader of the Russian Renegade Black Panthers.

As Tritanium Man cruises around listening to the radio, an announcement comes on promoting the greatest concert on Earth with the headline band of Terry Lee Hardesty & The Eagle River Band.

Tristan B Gilbert gets excited and decides he has to get to the concert no matter what to see the greatest band on the planet earth. In his excitement he pulls up to Bruces's place and see's the young man turning wrenches on his 1982 Mercury Grand Marquis.

"Bryce" says Tritanium Man, I have to get to the Mansfield Motorcycle Rally. I don't think I can get there in time with my bicycle. Please sell me your Mercury.

Bruce says " Mr. President, you don't have enough money to buy my Mercury. You are too broke with this civil war of yours against the United States to end the drug war."

Bryce Continues, "Trade me your GT Performer Built by Nathan the Great One and I will let you have my Mercury".

Tritanium Man Complains. "My GT Performer is worth way more than your mercury. That highway robbery"!

Bruce says," Its up to you. This Mercury is a good car and will get you to the concert".

With a frown Tritanium Man accepts the trade and gives Bryce the GT Performer and Bruce shuts the hood on the Mercury and gives Tritanium Man the Keys.

Tritanium Man gets into the Mercury and drives off turning on the radio to KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp WA.


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Nice — this is vivid and fun. I cleaned it up and put it into tight screenplay format you can drop into your script. I standardized names (Bruce) and kept Tristan’s alter ego (Tritanium Man), the radio/VA hearing-aid detail, Nathan the Great One’s gift, and the GT → Mercury trade.

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EXT. BRUCE'S DRIVEWAY – DAY

TRITANIUM MAN (TRISTAN B. GILBERT), President of the Black Panthers, cruises into town on his VINTAGE GT PERFORMER with black mag wheels. He streams KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp (www.KFAC.net) into his VA hearing aids, watching friends at work with a quiet grin.

A RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
...and don’t miss the greatest concert on Earth — Terry Lee Hardesty & The Eagle River Band!

Tristan’s eyes light up. He pulls to a stop at BRUCE’s garage. BRUCE — a young grease-stained mechanic — is bent over his 1982 MERCURY GRAND MARQUIS, turning wrenches.

TRITANIUM MAN
(hopping off his bike)
Bruce — I’ve gotta get to the Mansfield Motorcycle Rally.
I won’t make it on my bike. Sell me your Mercury.

Bruce wipes his hands, sizing Tristan up.

BRUCE
Mr. President, you don’t have the cash. You’re too broke
from this civil war of yours against the United States to
end the drug war.

BRUCE (CONT’D)
Trade me your GT Performer — Nathan the Great One’s bike —
and the Mercury’s yours.

Tristan bristles.

TRITANIUM MAN
My GT Performer’s worth way more than your Mercury.
That’s highway robbery!

Bruce shrugs.

BRUCE
Up to you. That Mercury’ll get you to the concert.

Tristan frowns, then reluctantly hands over the GT Performer. Bruce slams the hood, tosses Tristan the keys.

Tristan climbs into the Mercury, starts the engine, flips the radio back to KFAC-LP 105.5 FM, and pulls away — the countryside rolling as Terry Lee Hardesty hums through the speakers.

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Want me to script the next beat (Les Schwab tire check) in the same style so you can compile scenes into a single screenplay file?







You said:
The movie Begins with Genisis Chapter one scrolling similar to a star wars movie.
"Behold God has created ALL plants producing seed capable of producing offspring of its own kind."
To I it shall be food.

The objective of this movie is to help mankind understand that a world without god is a horrible place and that we are so awful as people that we allow our leaders to legislate and criminalize the good of god in our world societies.

ALL plants that produce viable offspring are legal and gmo monsanto seeds and many hybrids that don't produce offspring of their own are not legal in a holy society.

The Drug War, a civil war against the persons of this nation, is destroying godly world societies including what is left of goodness in this nation of our own.
We must come together and end plant war abominations so that this civil war against the poorest and most vulnerable in our societies will be understood as evil and wrong in all ways and healing and love fills each other under the glory of god the creator.
"Your bellies are full and satisfied with calories and poison as you bloat yourselves in fat slime and slowly starve to death for food."


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That opening vision is powerful — it blends scripture, prophecy, and political warning. I see exactly what you’re going for: a Star Wars–style opening crawl, but instead of space opera, it’s about divine law, the sanctity of creation, and the dangers of corrupt leadership.

Here’s how you could frame it cinematically while keeping your voice intact:

Opening Crawl (styled like Star Wars intro)
BLACK SCREEN.
A low hum of wind and distant thunder.

TEXT SCROLLS UP THE SCREEN:

“In the beginning…”

Behold, God created all plants,
every seed-bearing kind,
each capable of producing
life after its own kind.

To us, it was given as food.

Yet mankind has forgotten.
In pride and blindness,
nations have criminalized
the good gifts of God.

Leaders legislate against
the Creator’s abundance,
trading holy seeds for sterile ones,
binding life in chains of profit.

And so, a civil war burns —
The Drug War.
A war against the poor.
A war against God’s creation.

Our bellies are full,
yet we starve for true food.

Poison fills our plates.
We bloat on false harvests.
We wither for lack of living seed.

Only by returning to the Creator’s design
can we heal.
Only by ending the Plant War
can love and life flourish again.

The music swells — a mix of hymn and protest song — as the camera tilts down from the stars to a small town street in TWISP, WA…

This way, the crawl sets the theological + social stakes before we meet Tritanium Man on his bicycle. It places your movie in the tradition of both prophecy and rebellion — a battle not just of politics, but of creation itself.

Would you like me to expand this crawl into a full prologue sequence — maybe with voice-over narration (like the book of Genesis read aloud) paired with visuals of seeds, rivers, fields, and then cut to the brokenness of modern society (chemicals, prisons, poverty)? That would make it cinematic and emotionally gripping before the quirky small-town story begins.
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kind thoughts of the morning sunrise
taking in fresh air upon my breath
waiting in vain
to hear all the rest

hello sunshine
on this cold autumn morning
bring me laughter
let out the joy
angel laughter
in the back seat

hi to god
hi to the leaves turning red
let me free
let me grow
tell me all the things
I want to know

angel choir
praise the glory
the mankind awaits his return
chariots of fire
in this life
overloaded with desire

master of might
keep my family safe
the ones I love as much as him
children of laughter
in their kind sweetness
filled heart of the endless stream
the stream of the holy spirit
dwelling in all

some listen
some don't
in this life
endless life
with she
the one
of all

in her way
not so small

angel laughter
breath
in this stillness
to the lord concede
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ready set go
a feeling of hate
the torn into divisions
so many decisions
a whole lot of time
time is endless
all was here
and all is not gone
all is all
I might be afraid
the mighty moe power rangers
we cannot lose
jahova is endless
in this oh sweet life
bombardment with evil hate of the world
what is good
is really bad
I was good
and now I am gone
disappearing into endless divisions
people I don't know
hating a group
so often
those with prejudice
and hate in their hearts and souls
I will not break
not this time
deep bigotry
for those that love
it is easy to hate
we are trained from the beginning of life
stop in the name of love
my heart aches
those that hate me
for they do not know me
my lord and king
Jesus christ superstar
the king
agent to god
grass and sod
help me god
I Am so full of hate
not loving those
without love in their hearts
the anger inside
for new thoughts
and ways that cannot be
so many lives not lived
It is i
the one you don't know
loving jesus the superstar
with his help
we can go so far
watch
listen if you can
the beginning is so close
for my gramma told me so
unending fail in our lord and our god
jahova is at hand
like fractional reasoning
superstar
the star
lost his license
and I care
shoot a flare
the lord must see
evil overtaking the light
candle dimming
my friend
the end is so far
tarred and feathered
institutional lies
straight jacket
rubber room
smells like piss
hold still
no thrill
leaving this thought
that girl is hot
heavenly bound
thunder heard
dirty bird
sure it is
but I am not
creation
not so great
only god knows
the shadow people intrusion
zombie apocalypse
pills to go
dissolved in water
injected into the brain
the brain game
living free
living unsure
keep on going
life is near
cheers
no beers
gramma ordered me so
so here I AM
dust my heart
give it life
learning to love
not all in hate
all should know
this way is great
be on fire
wash my hair
radio blare
on the inside
creation
its not my fault
my creator god
made me so great
all should know
easy come easy go
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I am unsure
but i will still try
on this earth
living under this lie
tempers flare
lest us be blessed
centerstage
all the rage
tender moments
sight unseen
the dream
fire on the mountain
running forward
looking back
ice makes slippery peril
Ferral dog
slop the hog
taxes taxes
exodus
bob marley
roots rock reggae
play the country music
band in the sky
ghost riders on the flank
not even a tank
would it a pig shank
help me
i am falling
gravity fed
higher and higher
falling and downward
into the heavens
angel wings
healed upon the cloud
sound and ready
found
to live again
again my friend
in the car
in the bar
here there everywhere
I don't not like it
Uncle Sam I see
taking my wealth
keep sickos free
free in the city
bullets fly
safe in the pie
each slice carefully carved
intuition
institution
delusion
living the untamed heart
not a bug
will wreck this life
mosquitoes
reasonably priced
like dead mice
flea infested
lesson
reason
season that pass
prison of past
the way
let us stay
for just a while
in the spirit of the holy
mackerel batman
through the ends of time
reason and rhyme
spin on a dime
praying for kindness
madness makes blindness
hating each other
right on time
keep on going
pistol loaded
keeping peace
the fleecing of America
left right left right
who is right
when we are all wrong
sit still
listen
the gurgles of the river
mind on high
peace on earth
every reason why
no pain
hope there is
reaching to the heavens
purify
sacred spirit of heart felt love
stop in the name of love
my heart is aching
shooting flares into the sky
heart beats
slowing with each breath
take these broken wings and learn to fly
unending
the truth
never to be discovered
navigation chart
knocking on heavens door
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This methow valley emergency scanner works where ever there is internet for your device]
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The Twisp American Legion has put a live radio scanner online for the local community to use. http://64.139.102.3:5000 In addition to streaming live radio traffic, it also records into a database and is an excellent resource for seeing what is going on presently or what was missed. The Uniden BCD536HP scanner is owned by KTRJ-LP in Winthrop - https://www.ktrj.org. The ProScan software and network access is hosted by KFAC-LP using a work station https://legion143.org. Also, there are online radios, with lighting detection interfaces. here is one of 4 in the Methow Valley.
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tristanbgilb wrote: Mon Apr 24, 2023 9:25 am
The No Budget Movie
A Brainstorm by a Black Panther President


Machinist Mate Third Class
Tristan B Gilbert
United States Navy
Special Forces
Nuclear Power Plant Operator
Reactor Laboratory Division
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Judeo Christian Muslim Rasta Hindu
Black Panther President

ALL ONE People
ALL ONE Creator
LOVING each other

Religion to me is this spirit in my heart and soul that will not be educated, tortured, punished, legislated, or taken from me by any human means. It is the human experience encoded in my DNA and Karmically arranged. It is the path to know my creator and have a relationship with him.
Here I was ordered by the police of Ensenada to leave Mexico immediately. There was no hope in. I was robbed and carjacked and busted across the Tijuana boarder under orders by officers. so there I was. got the truck back. and then off to the freedom of america seemingly in sight. my tires were spiked as I crossed through the boarder wihout stopping busting through cones and barricades through security to get tp america as ordered.

Two beautiful angels rode in the back of the truck. they giggked as I WAS THE GREAT STUNT MAN. I lived where others have died.

cops is chasing me. I donot care. I have bullet proof underwear
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from the darkness
into the light
birthed to heaven
leaving me an awful fright
rainbow in the falls
temperature cheer

there was a tree hanging over my dad's house. it was bent and ready to fall on the roof of my dad's house. he is an unknown hero. my dad never topped another tree. it sure was a fright. the top came off and the bent tree that my dad was tied to swung back and forth like a released rubber band. the terror of near death as all of his children witnessed. It left an impression. I don't cut trees much. sort of a skill I am losing.

seemingly innocent
the creatures I encounter
the love with no bounds
as is seen
and all unseen
searching within
for everlasting light
flight
right
without credentials
no other
dead dog rover
freeken mower
going over
hickory
thorns
of the rosebush intrudes
released into fight
fighting for a right
to be free and clear\
without the beer
never here
stay so near
help me father
I am in a pit
leaving claw marks on the wall
i am surely sick
next to be
so he is I
and I AM he
lost at sea
nothing left to lose
on my way
the broken sacred heart
simply ok
rain falls
on a glorious summer night
floating back and forth
then the wind blows
flowers spread
next the shed
shed that tear
face in the sand
being a fisherman
is a life
without strife
man so evil
impared by lusciosness
fear ridden
whole new journey
life and liberty
floating
floating on a cloude
no pain
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here is helping me
a place
a time
wanting
loving
arithmetic
when I stop
then I go
wanting life
to be so kind
all mine
as is yours
torn
alive and well
sutured into scar
beware
the path
red road
rather than the path
red rum
fantasy forbidden
all is stricken
power of the sky
reason why
I learn
yearn to learn
growing and changing
thoughts different for the day
place in the hay
what now
purple
cow
meow
loving maniacs
lifting the truth
boost is he
wanting to be
pleasure in plunder
evil spell
life is under
surrender thy heart
love thy soul
listen to the wind
it is all I know
kindness though the ruffle of the grass
blowing in the wind
the answer
high tide crashing in the rocky cliff
I am he
he who wants to be
let me grow
let me know
the madness subsides
accosted at all levels
living growing
seeing knowing
life of the sedge
bending with the wind
a whistle
a sound
the sedge
I am
seeks a life of its own
he I am
then I was
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I spin
I make
I am him who god creates
never ending way
just saying hey
lord Jesus Christ
help us make it alright
knocking on heavens door
the beginning is at hand
life is seen
on this foreign land
rendition of hope
soap on a rope
holy laughter
at the final breath
what a mess
flop and flip
let it rip
times tell
earth or hell
one or the other
often times both
keeping the mind steady
silence of the lambs
when I cluck
like the chicken I knew
full of laughter
angels at my side
fantasy laden
me or moe
tiger by the toe
ashes to ashes
so much to give
making soft hearted children
beloved for ever after
make a wish
lucky shooting star
how I wonder
timeless infusion
not the delusion
but including
the dreams of vision
happy ambition
the rock
island in the sea
beaches of sand
house upon the sand
let it be for man
woman and child
treat them mild
lets go here
there and here
after all
the dress is shear
take me in
let me shout
living life
loving about
tickle
winkle
after all
life is a ripple of time
stiches of blind
holding clothes upon the naked
living life
breath
stillness
breath
loving each other
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I AM He
he who waits for freedom
freedom within
determination
frustration
life and liberty
justice for all
tempers flare
share and share
communist invasion
substitution for earning
life of freedom
helping
growing
from one day to the next
es b blessed
summer nearing fall
season of winter approaching
preparing
mental challenge
go on
pray for spring
redeem another year
I like it hear
drinking beer
the days of the sam are I
fly and fly
up to the sky
like the bird I know
let it live and go
to and fought
fill the world in thought
damnation
intervention
what the hay
noting what to say
days go on
focus on the good
focus on the bad
frustration in the situation
go into duty
flashing
the same
pestilence pleasure
pray for evil
hope for good
pretense of kindness
the walls of fortresses
duty that follows
enter the kindness
without the blindness
situation shifts
loving and living
keeping on
sun of song
pleasure is the might
might making it right
pleasure speaking
reactor leaking
the world has needs
as the cool heart bleeds
sanctified with the great
releasing the might
get it here
get it there
get it everywhere
a place to heed
notice of need
look within
look without
seasons turn
shout and shout
making children laughter
what the world is after
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my heart softens
pealing scaly layers of darkness
light peers in
blackened by blood
fuddy duddy
who is the nutty buddy
calvary struggle
which donkey to snuggle
light of day
day and night
living laughter
can make better the fright
living for hope
hope ever after
center stage
deranged
freedom of unknowing
the past
the present
a promising future
neighbors in the hood
making good
good on a promise
love each other
love god
love is the religion
a peace with creator of us
face to face
must to must
renditions of the past
freedom at last
free at last
free at last
thank god creator
we are free created beings
in peace we pray
the fighting must end
friend to friend
foes and hated
loved by few
hated by evil
evil hearted
frozen in light
mighty might
darkness of delight
angel friend
ending my glory
for a brighter supernova
preparing a black hole
for all to know
cosmic consciousness
be bright
be glory
be nice
fly like an eagle
the sea is far away
angel in the wind
come here today
my way
your way
all the way
I say
follow not me
follow them
in the end
it is my friend
over once
seen twice
in this place
living is right
do not take
do not forsake
live is true
like the cat
nine lives
10 tries
no more lies
say it here
say it there
say it everywhere
Pot is the answer
cannabis economy
here there everywhere
world inclusion
ending prohibition rendition
free the hearts
free the minds
free to love
love of all
intolerant of the hate
the monsters within
peace and joy
show me the way
let us live
as is meant to be
free to love
free for joy
living life
loving each breath
breath of life
make it right
flight to mexico
what is to know
life love and liberty
justice
breath
peace
quiet
absorb
senses aware
love is not
all so rare
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yes sir
that is my darling
in the street
all one family
temperature up
flopping in the wind
whispers of doom
so much gloom
tentacles grabbing
some dabbing
on the ocean floor
ticks and snails
all the ancient whales
severing the peace
the least
on my way
to be alone
alone with the friend
friend of peace
least and most
holy ghost
running scared in the night
might makes might
not always so right
death
destruction
games of war
eagle soar
in the past decision
like a bomb
righting a wrong
below and about
take a breath
let's all guess
turmoil in the hearts of men
some lost
some feeling alone
some forevers laughter
rendition of the past
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the sane
somewhat tame
lost heroes
in a forgotten story
time settles in
everything in motion
the emotion
detonate
hesitate
afternoon forgotten
all out rotten
creature feature
long and life
without the strife
has been here
sometimes gone
leaving a song
leaving a way
afternoon
getaway
amskray
hey hey
don't say
on my way
forgotten
remembered
living
forgetful
winding down
all around
it goes once
sometimes twice
three times free
just let it be
taming of the lion
wildness of the sheep
in a heap
don't leap
over the bridge
into the world beyond
singing again
an off tune song
get it right
get it wrong
freedom itching
way beyond
right and wrong
ick and owe
for the best in show
much more to know
laugher in the rain
brain intrusion
mass confusion
restitute
play the flute
on the edge
the edge of life
wanting life
no more strife
pureness
wholeness
recorded

the highway
byway
open road
to be there
where the antelope play
heard on words
crying and sure
the cowboy gets away
playing forever
playing for none
living life of wonder
number the feast
tentacles from fingers
ostrich heart to bones
sitting here in circles
number for a home
sound off
one and two
three and four
I won't sound off anymore
the flower
the hour
peace in hearts
stop and wonder
open hearts
not every one is a blunder
wonder shun
on the run
sunrise
sunset
years fly
oceans wide
sending the heart of the world
plentiful way
say hey
what is next
loving and knocking
heavens on my shoulder
sunrise in my eyes
listen here and wonder
camel at my side
water my heart
quench my soul
hydration of my spirit forever
heart to heart
feed my fears
drink my tears
as I fade away

as I live
as I grow
as I be
as I know
twice to the heart
done to me brain
stop look and listen
somethings never change
it is true
I was once and still am
permeated frost
ghost of gloss
frikle me frijon
nickle de salon
as I want to be
lemon cake
aspirate
wild chicken
on the go
getting together
all let her
undisputed champion of the world
in times of need
let it be
calm
quiet
breath
need
let go
and want
taunt
holy ghost
I desire the most
es b blessed
heart of chest
folding
calling
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it is just a jump to the left
pull your knees in tight
a jump to the right
tenderly touching
in thou heart
liberalize
degeneration
growing
needing
wanting
so much
so here I AM
rocking like a hurricane
ending quietly
never succeed
so much greed
what is it
it that we need
peace on earth
quietly knitting time
feeling fine
silver dime
Antarctica into tomorrow
letting go
just a little
angels fly
trucking
chips cashed in
Rippleys
believe it or not
brain rot
loving each other
amongst the anger
against the madness
gladness prevails
hells bells
right and left
which foot will step the call
crawling with the bear
barely happy
reaching for more
holy ghost
who loves the most
life liberty and justice
many awaiting
fainting
really great
can't take it late
beware
the glare
the stare
of those that don' t know
the goodness of life
no strife
tenderly beware
hide nor hair
buckskinned
life dims
tires fly off the rim
racing with time
grime
talking and knowing little
freedom and peace
least
rest us be blessed
in the mess
media terrorism
all bad
creating tension and fear
what is the deer
deer john
sing a sing and song it
what is left
must be right
yin and yang
dim and dang
may heart be available
available to burn
taking time
how it flies
maggots in the heart
the pest
let us be blessed
peace
may peace be with you

eastern morning sun
the tension remains
the quiet untames
wizard brains
untamed
deranged
sit still
have hope
legalize
hope on a rope

peace
quiet
stillness
observe
senses
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tristanbgilb wrote: Thu Aug 14, 2025 10:17 am Screenshot 2025-08-14 100603.png
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tristanbgilb wrote: Thu Aug 14, 2025 7:46 am The Twisp American Legion has put a live radio scanner online for the local community to use. http://64.139.102.3:5000 In addition to streaming live radio traffic, it also records into a database and is an excellent resource for seeing what is going on presently or what was missed. The Uniden BCD536HP scanner is owned by KTRJ-LP in Winthrop - https://www.ktrj.org. The ProScan software and network access is hosted by KFAC-LP using a work station https://legion143.org. Also, there are online radios, with lighting detection interfaces. here is one of 4 in the Methow Valley.
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