thinking about how the bible is all affect. about how it is an oral thing, a leak between bodies, a murmur between lovers or a yell at a wound or a song in a nursery. the bible is a language that falls over itself. it is a word left untranslated. i am thinking of סֶֽלָה (selah), a transliterated word that means nothing except for when it means everything—it is a word that is really a sigh. or, i am thinking of יהוה (yhwh), the name of god that is no name at all but instead the panting of breath. affective, rhythmic, pulsing, the bible and its language can't catch up to itself. it was never meant to. cantillation and intonation can do no good with a text in excess. nor anything the masoretes did, nor new lexicons either (הַֽלְלוּ/hallelujah can't attach itself to meaning, no matter how hard you try)
what the "go outside and touch grass" sayers dont know that if you go outside and touch grass for long enough you cross an event horizon in which you become significantly weirder and more fucked up than any chronically online asshole can be. and they like those people even less.
wish there was a non rude way to be like “I understand your criticism, I don’t even necessarily disagree with it, but I am doing these things on purpose, because I like them and I want to, and therefore your opinion has no value, because you might think me painting a room entirely pink is tacky, but I did it on purpose”
unfortunately i do believe posthaste is one of the funniest words out there. how quick am i doing something? fast as fuck my good sir
The novel ones are all real situations in my novels by the way, the screenwriting one are complied from friends and my own experiences.
Funnily enough, I actually prefer writing screenplays because of the limits. My novels are fantastical magical other worlds with dragons and sorcerers, but my screenplays are mostly realist family comedy-dramas.
(Except the Baby’s First Steampunk Horror and The Mystery Series Set in an Asylum For Were-People, but they’re exceptions)
yeah we might be brothers in christ but so were cain and abel so shut the fuck up before i decide to find a rock about it
i wore red eyeshadow today and this lil mexican boy like 10 yrs old had his silver chain and hat and was all puffed up machismo but got all shy walkin over to the counter and was like “i really love your eyeshadow” in the most genuine awestruck voice. can’t believe i almost didn’t wear it. i almost missed out on bein “masc mexican dude wearing makeup” representation my heart was so full