I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken.

I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So Often Alone, Because I Am The Person I Know Best.

I Used To Think I Was The Strangest Person In The World But Then I Thought There Are So Many People In The World, There Must Be Someone Just Like Me Who Feels Bizarre And Flawed In The Same Ways I Do. I Would Imagine Her, And Imagine That She Must Be Out There Thinking Of Me Too. Well, I Hope That If You Are Out There And Read This And Know That, Yes, It's True I'm Here, And I'm Just As Strange As You.

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

There Is Nothing More Precious Than Laughter