First, we stare then, we melt on our seats.
Sanitize ALL the things!
Oh, the things we learn from Poppy Moore.
“Don’t try and hide it, honey. We’ve got ourselves a SULA — sweaty upper lip alert.” (Poppy Moore, Wild Child)
This is probably going to get quoted in every publication just because I said it. And I’m not even saying anything. I’m not talking about my films, I’m not talking about my life, and I’m not talking about the world. And yet, the media will print it simply because I said it. And at this moment in time, I bet there is an artist around the corner of this hotel, on the street, with a mind far beyond ours, but we will never listen to him simply because he has not appeared in a movie. And that is what is fucked up about our culture.
God bless their parents, indeed.