meek monkey

"you know why i approached you? when i saw you from afar i thought 'who is this chick who looks like she can't remember the last time she gave a fuck.'"
- brooklyn man 
(+ best pick up line i've heard in years)

a story of abstract affection arises after this,                        
a story that the mind is saving to share.

jesus year. 
why didn't ya'll tell me?
it's been unassumingly unreal & gracefully grounding.

randomness ensues. 
discipline duplicated. 
gratitude on full blast.

gave up social media for lent and here are the results:
.quality of life improved +200%. 
.3 screenplays es fin.
.advancement refined.
.some of the best moments of my life.

being such a monumental year, it's taking a lot of restraint for me to NOT instinctively want to post photos of every surreal moment, all the amazing folks I've met/worked with, the random pockets we've traveled to... 

one day ALL of these moments will be shared.
maybe one day. 

it's a funny thing about sustained gratitude. 
it evolves into ceaseless content... 

and the ongoing desire after that is a (semi-constant)       
need for echoed enlightenment. 
(and enlightenment can't happen with your nose stuck in yo' smart phone) 

i must sound like a pompous prick.

aw well, i don't give fuck.
and not giving a fuck has lead to breathtaking occasions.