Write about anything. Just write.

I decided to put on the bride. This movie is so ridiculously well written, I wish I’d written it.

The Bride is everything imagined the original bride of Frankenstein’s monster to be.

Ny dreams are fucked lately. We’re back to a repeating location so I know a cycle is beginning or ending or both. If my subconscious could be a bit more fucking clear, that would be amazing. I’m tired of playing puzzle games. But maybe that’s just the tumor in my brain or the mental illness talking. Either way I’m fucking sick of being told only half answers and vague clues. I can’t remember most of my dreams by choice and yet I can’t leave behind the feelings the generate. Bullshit.

This might be my favorite romantic movie since Bride of Chucky or Natural Born Killers. Find someone who loves you, rotten bits and all. That’s all it takes really. I wish most people understood and accepted that.

This is what The Joker Part Deux should have been.