The Past, the Present, and the Future walk into a bar.



It was tense.

Analysis and intuition drinking in a bar. Analysis downs drink after drink, eventually passes out. Intuition was unconscious after one shot.

A book's power lies not in its words, its content, structure or style. The power of a book is in the heart that moved the hands to write it.

I kiss her, trace my hand over her breast & across a hardened nipple, thinking, "This'll be the last open casket funeral I get invited to."

"What do you need?" she asked, and kept asking. Something inside her was unwilling to accept his simple reply. "You."

If it feels right, feel the hell outta that shit

I have transcended the need to sleep. I am an ex-sleeper. Here, hold my eyebags for me.

Screw yer news headlines. Imma read people instead. The individual beats society, hands down, every time.

My gaze lingers on people who think they are invisible. But gently, lovingly so.

Acceptance is one hell of a gift.

Imagination is a fucking heartbreaker

Making secret plans to run away with myself.

There's something inhuman in that archetypal perfect beauty fantasy number the culture sells us all, day in day out. Give me a human, anyday

Smiling at strangers because I'm actually smiling at myself and they just got in the way

Idea: A film version of Fifty Shades of Gray. It should have James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal in it, and be made over a decade ago.

Man, this lonesome young puppy wailing outside my bedroom window. It's like he's wailing for all the lonesome in the whole goddamn world.

Caring needn't be complicated.

To be a self is to be at once both homesick, and homeless.

Struggling to find a way to tell my screenplay it's adapted.

Some people
wear their lives
on their faces.
Some people
keep them hidden in
the vaults of ruined castles
where the dead roam
lost & alone.