If the box office haul and character admiration in regard to the recent ‘Joker’ (2019) movie is anything to go by, people seemingly still want to grow up and get a career in insanity.
See also the re-emergence in the popularity of Patrick Bateman. Insane = good looking, wealthy, and banging two hookers at the same time while flexing your muscles for yourself to admire in a mirror.
Oh my. Going crazy and eating too Mr. Palahniuk because I'm a fucking pig...like the charm on the necklace you sent us. PIG! Greedy Pig! I'm going crazy at work too! I had a customer come in the other day and tell me "You're like talking to a cartoon character! You're a delight!" Hail Satan! My boss is afraid of me but DM's me Satanic clothing designs on the low.
But then they become merely a device to serve the sinners. So much of writing is such a misanthropic effort. We light up our pencils as torches because so awesome is the freedom to dive into the abyss and see. We can only be faithful to hope to find the transcendental that will eventually lift us back up, and beyond.
Glad deinstitutionalization took crazy out of your future, but I will still insist on saying DCA and Interstate 20. (My small linguistic protests against the 40th president).
Look at where people push you to go. The roles of the damned. Always hiring. Going crazy looks like the only option that makes any sense. You’re not here to tick someone else’s checkboxes.
Who are we if we only play sane? No one takes a second look at that obituary.
In the third grade I read whenever I could. Little snippets of The Lord of the Rings or Bridge to Terabithia or Five Children and It or whatever else I could find, wherever I could fit them in. Another kid picked on me for it on the bus.
"You're gonna read all the books and have to write more." (To this kid, that was an insult. It was a small class, and I was the only one who read for entertainment.)
And my thought was, "Crap. He's right."
I accepted that I would never be a paleontologist after all and started writing short stories.
Going crazy in my 20s excused me from difficult decisions like a better job, a relationship or eating vegetables. Arriving in my 30s I at first saw a lost decade. Then I saw the material. Oh, the dialogue!
Sybil was right there will Michelle Remembers. It opened up a pandora's box for the 80s Satanic Panic which destroyed innocent lives. Lives of good people who just wanted to play their D&D game and take care of children. It devastated lives and that mentality is creeping right back into our culture unashamedly and unapologetically. I'm so grateful men out there like Mr. Greaves and the Grey Faction group are holding the line. Someone needs to get up the evangelical right's face and tell them to sit the fuck down...and apologize. Word on the street says Mr. Greaves is looking for his replacement. He doesn't want a man and not whitey.
Writing is better than playing video games.
If the box office haul and character admiration in regard to the recent ‘Joker’ (2019) movie is anything to go by, people seemingly still want to grow up and get a career in insanity.
See also the re-emergence in the popularity of Patrick Bateman. Insane = good looking, wealthy, and banging two hookers at the same time while flexing your muscles for yourself to admire in a mirror.
Somehow, writing makes me less crazy. Is that good? All those crazy characters, they take the heat off me.
I’ve started the “fictionalize your memoir,” book. It’s been a fantastic journey so far.
Oh my. Going crazy and eating too Mr. Palahniuk because I'm a fucking pig...like the charm on the necklace you sent us. PIG! Greedy Pig! I'm going crazy at work too! I had a customer come in the other day and tell me "You're like talking to a cartoon character! You're a delight!" Hail Satan! My boss is afraid of me but DM's me Satanic clothing designs on the low.
Kids don't have to grow up. I mean on pages.
But then they become merely a device to serve the sinners. So much of writing is such a misanthropic effort. We light up our pencils as torches because so awesome is the freedom to dive into the abyss and see. We can only be faithful to hope to find the transcendental that will eventually lift us back up, and beyond.
Crazy girls just need to find gentlemen. Psy knows whats up... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ&list=RDMM&index=3
Writing is the only way I can put all of the useless information that takes up residence in my skull to good use.
On the subject of crazy: The more I lean into my flavor of strange, the happier I am.
Glad deinstitutionalization took crazy out of your future, but I will still insist on saying DCA and Interstate 20. (My small linguistic protests against the 40th president).
Look at where people push you to go. The roles of the damned. Always hiring. Going crazy looks like the only option that makes any sense. You’re not here to tick someone else’s checkboxes.
Who are we if we only play sane? No one takes a second look at that obituary.
Live now or forever hold your crazy.
In the third grade I read whenever I could. Little snippets of The Lord of the Rings or Bridge to Terabithia or Five Children and It or whatever else I could find, wherever I could fit them in. Another kid picked on me for it on the bus.
"You're gonna read all the books and have to write more." (To this kid, that was an insult. It was a small class, and I was the only one who read for entertainment.)
And my thought was, "Crap. He's right."
I accepted that I would never be a paleontologist after all and started writing short stories.
Somebody get Charlie Kaufman on the phone . . . and quick!
Going crazy in my 20s excused me from difficult decisions like a better job, a relationship or eating vegetables. Arriving in my 30s I at first saw a lost decade. Then I saw the material. Oh, the dialogue!
Chuck, in this circumstance stance, I’m glad your Mom was wrong. I’m glad your imagination worlds call you back to write as often as they do.
I'm having a bad day and this should excite me more than I feel..........but it's a slight pickmeup nonetheless.....
Sybil was right there will Michelle Remembers. It opened up a pandora's box for the 80s Satanic Panic which destroyed innocent lives. Lives of good people who just wanted to play their D&D game and take care of children. It devastated lives and that mentality is creeping right back into our culture unashamedly and unapologetically. I'm so grateful men out there like Mr. Greaves and the Grey Faction group are holding the line. Someone needs to get up the evangelical right's face and tell them to sit the fuck down...and apologize. Word on the street says Mr. Greaves is looking for his replacement. He doesn't want a man and not whitey.