nov 8 in idea barrages

Plot’s uninteresting to me. Character, theme, tone, plot’s just the necessary skeleton they hang off. Do you look at a handsome man or a beautiful woman & think “what a tibia!”? No, you appreciate their bust/pecs/butt/eyes/whatever. Whodunit’s boring. Gimmie the good stuff.

Send Hirohito up in smoke! Buy war bongs!

I kind of want to write a poem, entirely in screen-play format. I don’t know how that would work, yet, but this is just a note to myself: attempt this trainwreck of an idea some day.

SO OWNERS OF BIRDS ALL ACROSS THE LAND, they’re mindlessly repeating, parrots just don’t understand

If you never start watching a show, you never get your heart broken by its fourth season decline. THE MORE YOU KNOW.

Aren’t teen romance novels about falling in love on a farm really just Hay YA?

A few months after the ritual orgy, the head priestess was beginning to show. “Ooooo,” one of her disciples noted, “somebody’s got a bun in the coven!”

If you think about it, humans are so bad to the rainforest, even the Rainforest Cafe was razed for, like, Dave and Busters’ or whatever.