Davidlynch Stories

Erasure poem from a Twin Peaks discussion in the Facebook group "Twin Peaks 2017." I erase poems to discover language.

Este livro não tem monges nem executivos. Não te fará um líder eficaz. Não ensinará a ter uma tropa de elite de vendas. Não ensinará como ser legal. Não ensinará como influenciar pessoas. Este livro não têm anões atrás de um anel para queimá-lo. Nem te levará a entender como o universo nasceu. Este livro não tem um top 10 para você e sua família se entreterem. Não ganhou um prêmio Pulitzer. Não tem o aval de ninguém. Não é uma trilogia. Nem tem um garoto com uma varinha seguindo uma profecia. Este livro não está nos 10+ de lugar nenhum. Este livro não é um Best-seller antes de seu lançamento. Nem depois. Este livro tem som. E fúria. Todos nós temos raízes. Todos nós temos origens. Esta é uma coletânea dos primeiros contos publicados no site Chinewski, incluindo alguns inéditos, visões sobre o (E?)estado do Rio de Janeiro, sobre amor, e algumas crônicas sobre nossa vida ordinária. Amores perdidos, vidas nascidas. Ou vice versa.

A Twin Peaks fan-fic. Trina Cooper- seeking answer, one cup of coffee at a time. Searching for her Uncle she gets wrapped up in the plastic of Twin Peaks.

Here is my script for an unproduced short film, entitled "Finish Me". The tale centers around the anxiety and guilt that comes with being emotionally, passionately attached to a artistic project while trying to get much needed sleep. Written in late 2020, shortly after my discovery of the works of director David Lynch, I constructed the piece to deliberately counter my consistent pitfalls when making short films. Those being: they are too complicated, in story and in technical composition, and are too long. Here, I wanted to compose a piece that could be be filmed in my filmmaker partner's house using a very small cast. Unfortunately, 2020's woes and subsequent life changes have so far prevented me from filming the piece, and it has remained in my metaphorical drawer until now. Perhaps one day the little flick can see rolling cameras.

Drowning in 40 browser tabs and half-finished courses, I thought I was broken-another failed jack-of-all-trades destined for mediocrity. Then I discovered David Lynch's secret: he's not just a filmmaker, but a painter, musician, photographer, and furniture designer who somehow makes it all work together. This is the story of how I decoded his method and transformed from scattered dilettante to integrated polymath. Learn how to: • Find your gravitational center among scattered interests • Build an Integration Map that makes diverse skills strengthen each other • Create a sustainable rotation system that prevents burnout • Design projects that showcase your unique combination of abilities If you've ever been told to "just pick one thing" but felt like that would be killing part of yourself-this guide is for you. Based on real experience, real failures, and real results over 3 years of experimentation.

A scene I wrote to evacuate part of the inspiration David Lynch's films have given me recently. It could be said to take place after the end of the second season.

DreamPunk, contrary to the name, doesn't necessarily have to involve dreams. They can also be visions, drug-induced or otherwise. DreamPunk is surreal sci-fi, often merging with the fantastical.

Is there a difference between shadows and the objects that cast them? Are there places in the world where both shadow and object are so intertwined that it's difficult to discern them both? Hollywood California may very well be such a place where this happens. The stars of the red carpet shine brightly upon the movie sets, creating a kind of reality itself. However, do the stars themselves know reality from the shadows they cast? This is an essay I had written for college which compares the philosophy of Plato with the film Mulholland Drive by David Lynch. Enjoy!

Joseph Merrick has the greatest surprise on his birthday. Joseph Merrick/OC Cover by: ME

Cathy continues her silly little life in this story of murder, mystery, love, hate, femcels, evangelicals and one really bad moustache.

twin peaks is a town full of secrets. detective lila lockwood just wants the truth. unfortunately, the fbi just sent agent dale cooper... and now the biggest case of her career isn't entirely hers anymore.

John and Evelyn's love has grown and prospered and it seems everything is going perfectly. But can they handle the new responsibilities and hardships of a life outside the hospital?

In one universe, Will Graham finds himself sitting across from Special Agent Dale Cooper in the Double R Diner, learning about the murder of Laura Palmer. And it's over a cup of coffee, of course. - "You alright there, friend?" "I'm fine," Graham had grumbled. This was despite the other man speaking with the kind of attitude Cooper imagined was befitting a sleepwalker woken early. The veil had been pulled away. A heavy wool blanket pulled swiftly off in the chill of winter. Goosebumps rising. Not, not fine at all. Severely discontented. Needs coffee and good conversation to warm him up, maybe. - (It came to me recently that Will Graham needs to experience the Black Lodge. Originally posted on AO3, this is my work.)

John Merrick, The Elephant Man, has been met with shock and horror his whole life and has always longed for a love of his own. This is the story of how he found his Juliet.

What if the flood was not god's wrath but the murderous hubris of a cult? Read this short story that I wrote, then had Deepseek retool it in the style of David Lynch, this as much as an homage to David's work as it is an adoring student and fan reaching back through the ether to spend time with an old friend.

falling in love with a mysterious bum <3

Speaks for itself really. Hail Daddy Lynch.

Henry Spencer, John Merrick, Paul Atreides, Jeffrey Beaumont, Sailor Ripley, Laura Palmer, Fred Madison, Alvin Straight, Betty Elms and Nikki Grace. 10 people see the world differently than everyone else. Or, at least, their world. But one day, something goes wrong. 10 stories bring fear, hurt, determination, curiosity, individuality, brokenness, anger, sadness, jealousy and trouble itself to the forefront as they see the culmination of their actions and their feelings all at the center. Different worlds, dimensions and places come together, time and time again. Is it future or is it past? One cannot say for sure where they begin or where they end. It's like the ancient phrase: We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives inside a dream. But... who is the dreamer?

Daily dose of fanfic. Lynch x Bastille

Erasure poem from a Twin Peaks discussion in the Facebook group "Twin Peaks 2017." I erase poems to discover language.