I Am Myself. That Is Not Enough.

It Seemed Silly To Wash One Day When I Would Only Have To Wash Again The Next. It Made Me Tired Just To Think Of It.

God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And Doubts.

Why The Hell Are We Conditioned Into The Smooth Strawberry-and-cream Mother-goose-world, Alice-in-wonderland Fable, Only To Be Broken On The Wheel As We Grow Older And Become Aware Of Ourselves As Individuals With A Dull Responsibility In Life?

I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show Me I Try.

I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal Job Of Merely Living.