Coming back here following the absolute silage heap that Threads has become. I don’t know if this is a thing here, if it works….but…. I want to interact with: - managers - Literary managers - Producers - Production companies - Boutique managers - Horror directors - Indie horror filmmakers

If anyone advertises to me with twee ukulele music, I know immediately there’s a lot of crying in the toilets at corporate

In my fantasy, none of us are dressed when we IV line the melted Toblerone and our eyes roll up into our skulls. Especially you.

We’ve got a big lavender bush at our new house. A bee just came at me from the other side of the glass and it was less insect and more a disembodied fist tarred and dipped in a hoover bag

Protection rackets are the OG subscription service

I’m hobbling with a back injury. Getting the ennui from telling the curious that it’s from house move. Next one to ask gets told hey, don’t come at me for my innate passions

Anyway, I’m outta here for a while so I can puke my intestines out.

They say if you do this thing long enough out here in the world of specs, you’re gonna see your idea done by someone else. It even happens on the other side, far from the realm of door-botherers like me. Does it make it any less painful? No. It’s a knot in the stomach you can never fathom untying

I dunno. Just feels like nobody’s called me chief or sport or boss or answered a query or stroked my Brillo pad head in a while

Beaming with pride. My son has scared a group of children with his campfire story about a savage goose mutated by toxic effluence. Chop off the old block (not a typo)