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Sometimes I make things. Other times, I breathe. Chris Mollica

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Henrik Olesen at dépendance

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I keep thinking, "Dinosaurs must have been cool."

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Creativity takes balls

Like jumping off a bridge or into another person's arms. It's alive in all of us, we just have to have enough faith to think we'll be safe when we land.

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Nikolas Gambaroff at Meyer Kainer

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I made a four minute film. This is it.

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Fresh

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"If you think you’re going to be late for a movie and you walk briskly to the theater, it might be good for you, but that’s not why you’re walking briskly. Writing does change you, and of course it feels good to do things, so you could say writing is de facto therapeutic. But really, one writes to write." - Deborah Eisenberg

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I see you through space Through the very fibers of reality I see you as clearly as you see me

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“The Shape of a Right Statement” at Cubitt

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Stop whining and get it done.

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I think the book had more to say about it, but this little scene always plays in my head when I sit down to make a bunch of songs dance well together. Time has changed the mix tape to the playlist. It's no longer about cramming every sentiment onto every inch of a cassette tape or cd. The experience of absorbing music has changed and so, we must, change with it...or make shitty mixes. I've dropped down to playlists of seven to nine songs these days. Something digestible. I made a four minute film and someone said, "it be better if you could lose a minute, so people won't be distracted."

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A whole new level

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There's a great deal of doing that this life gets filled up with All that didn't gets dropped the wayside

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Bacon pancakes #adventuretime

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A doctor’s office is taut. Look at that pristine white paper there, about to be crumpled, destroyed. You don’t leave the same, no matter good or bad.

It’s not the end of the world for me here, but it brings to mind so much out of my control. I don’t consider myself a control freak. I’m more than blissful about uncertainty when it doesn’t involve the thing I move around in everyday.

At least they have candy. Doctors’ offices always have candy

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It's one of those beautiful nights

It’s ones of those beautiful nights Where I can’t sleep for any specific reason I wake Tossing about Knowing I’ll make an absolute pain of myself if I stay in bed a moment longer My bones hurt My arms and legs wish to flail There’s peace here but it’s burning me and I have to move To accomplish little, although it’s safe to assume Deep inside It’s that need to BE that drives me into the night Once I’m there It’s all excuses All anything and everything till I’m exhausted enough to head back home In the morning, she’ll ask what I did My face will be empty The calm far after the storm When you glance around at all the fallen tree branches Realizing At some point I have to pick all this shit up