Be all like, “I have a fiction paper due and I wanna be on Ernest Hemingway’s level.”
I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED
Ernest Hemingway never wrote drunk. He would wake up at 6 and write until ten or noon and nothing would interfere with that, then he would go to the cafes and around Paris or wherever he was and drink casually
In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.