What separates us into engineers and robots, puppeteers and puppets, kings and pawns, is not the status we hold at any given time among others – status is irrelevant; it is the level of ever-present...

Fuck I hate fucksWho think they’re so fucking greatThey know everything about fucking,When they’re just fucking fucks fucking!And no one changes the fucking worldWhen they keep fucking to another fuck’s fuck.

March 1898What a strange dream I had last night! I wandered in the warm streets of a port, in the low quarter of some Barcelona or Marseille. The streets were noisome, with their freshly-heaped piles...

In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances weren’t pretty or delightful, but they were magical, […] They called...

Why would you want to act, anyway?” was Seth’s take on the subject. “Stand there and say other people’s words, let everybody else tell you what to do… Actors are just beautiful puppets.

I hate puppets so much.

I think you could take any Bruckheimer movie and do it with puppets, and it would be screamingly funny.