Not breathing makes me think of Diving Bell, makes me think of dying, makes me think of not writing, makes me think of fear, makes me think of loneliness, makes me think of Sara.
It’s fascinating how a simple alteration of chemicals can give us such inspiration..
Ever see “Moonstruck” when Nick Cage says “I Love You” and Cher just slaps the shit out of the side of his face and says, “Well Snap out of it!” ?
Diving Bell & the Butterfly was awesome. I have the poster up on my wall; see it everyday. It’ll be a year since it came out end of April. Fucking Year, whoosh, just went by.
Saw this in the headlines of Google News this morning, “Women who look on the bright side of life have longer and healthier lives than their pessimistic peers, while women who tend not to trust other people die sooner than their less cynical counterparts, a large study of attitudes and health found.”
I was all, you needed a survey, and of just women, to come to that conclusion?
We sure are a quirky bunch of monkeys.
I hope to read soon about something that inspired you, vs. about something that kicked you in the nuts.
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