Leo Dis Vinci
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UK-based creative, filmmaker, artist and writer. 80s' Geek, Star Wars fan and cinephile.
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The Slave and the Macaw
Chapter 1 -Landing Neck in chains. Hands bound. Wrists bloody. Shackled, we were dragged off the ship together. As I was, I caught my first glimpse of those magnificent birds. In that instant, they became flying rainbows of hope that I would be free again.
By Leo Dis Vinci4 years ago in Fiction
Skating on thin Ice
People love metaphors for life, don’t they? Life’s like an onion, a rollercoaster, a box of chocolates, an ocean, a seed you gotta plant and nurture. Seriously? Fuck off! I’ve heard them all. We all have a glass ceiling to shatter. We all must stare into the looking-glass. We’re all the authors of our own novels. Well, no shit Sherlock. But, none of those metaphors are right. Do you want to know what life really is? Do you want to know my metaphor? Here you go! Listen up Forrest! Life’s a frozen pond.
By Leo Dis Vinci5 years ago in Fiction
Gentlemen, it's time to MEATUS
For most of my life, I have used a racial slur to describe a part of my penis. It’s as shameful as it is unbelievable, but without thought, and much reason, since being a child, I have accepted the crude term ‘Jap’s eye’ to describe the hole at the end of my dick.
By Leo Dis Vinci5 years ago in Filthy
Ten MORE things Covid-19 has created that need naming
Last year, I created a coronavirus dictionary to help name ten new emotions and experiences that COVID-19 had helped create. It is my most successful Vocal piece to date, so like a Hollywood studio rather than create fresh new material, I am hoping that a sequel will bring similar success. Cynical, I know, but to be fair I think I have enough material to work with to make at least a Godfather II and maybe even ‘The Empire Strikes Back’ - just as long as it’s a better sequel than ‘Batman and Robin’ – I’ll be happy.
By Leo Dis Vinci5 years ago in Humans
Papa, Pablo and Me (Pierre)
Chapter 1 – The Dealer The greed was sweating out of the dealer's skin. He had licked his lips at least once as he took the piece of paper from me and surveyed it. While he may have thought he was playing it cool, the moisture above his top lip glistening in the Manhattan sunlight betrayed him.
By Leo Dis Vinci5 years ago in Journal
