Playing God in Wyoming

Playing God in Wyoming. my Associate Producer and I
sallied forth into the middle of nowhere
to scout locations for a film project in development.

The film would be a surreal treatment,
of the link between landscape and mindset
in the Native American trauma,

The film would also couple,
the Midwest cultural landscape
to the so-called White Supremacist Nation,

the extremists involved in the recent Sikh Temple shooting,
the so-called skinheads who are determined to rid the country
of  everything not in conformity with their ideals.

Poor bastards, they ignore that they are the hairy wart
on the country's nose.
It'ss there noses in need of surgical removal.

Be that as it may...no sooner having crossed the Great Divide
between civilization and Wyoming, my Associate Producer and I
encountered our first hurdle,

that hurdle being the County's Department of  Permits.
Its Director seemed to be playing a game of cat and mouse,
and she derived sadistic pleasure from it.

This went on for days.  I dispatched Sherman back to Hollywood
to see what force he could bring to bear from there.
The Associate Producer out of the way,

Director Lorrie Cruz expressed more interest in my film.
In fact, she got outright friendly
Clearing off her desk of clutter, she made her move,

a move I did not attempt to resist altogether. She loosened my collar,
and panted how she adored grilled cheese sandwiches.
As I hurriedly unstrapped her,  I noticed a nipple ripe for picking.

The inflamed nipple had the aspect of the eye of a dragon,
and dared me to ponder it a little longer before I dove into the vortex.
I'll let this story sit where it stands.

There is something I need to get off my chest:
I, Cosmos Scolari, Executive Producer of "Fate and The Muses"
had never intended to do pornography in Wyoming.