Ah the veritable youth.
Disassociated, dysfunctional, distant from the rest of the world – from the entirety of what real life entails. Happy to believe that the world perceive as their world is everyone’s world.
23, good job, amazing prospects at progression and always gifted with the ability to ruin what good I have in order to satisfy the malevolence within that continually prods, and pokes and asks for more, “feed me your negativity, show me that you still feel pain, let me know your true feelings. All that is good is wrong.”
Fuelled by the prospect that I may be in for...
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Ah, these neckband headphones.
A godsend and a damned annoyance. They rigidly stick to my outer ear, provided the mechanism by which they remain in place and fail to shift around. So rigid, however, that my ears feel as though they are about to depart. I think if I use them long enough and push them down hard enough, I would be the only waiter in the world that could carry dinner on his ears.
I could be the human Dumbo; I have the trunk, now I could have the ears as well. I would dress up as a depressed clown, moving...
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That would be a great title for the sequel to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
I think someone maybe looking at my screen since about 12 or so people are able to view it! They will steal my idea, no doubt and make a good few millions of dollars, and then they’ll be fucked for another movie. Or they could spoof it, but then if THEY make a sequel, it won’t be as good as my first movie title and then they’ll just flop and say,
“Oh Jin, we’re so sorry! Please help us, we won’t steal you ideas anymore.” And then I’ll...
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