I Don't Want My Readers Slowed Down

Only Men You Can Count On These Days Are Ben And Jerry.

Suppose I Lay Down On The Pavement And You Run Over Me A Few Times With My Own Car...just For Old Times.

My Eyes Rolled So Far Back In My Head That I Could See Myself Think

When I Was Painting, I Was Painting Stories I Was Telling Myself. When I Look Back At It, Moving To Writing Was A Very Natural Progression For Me.

I'm Done With Men. I Have A Hamster. That's All I Need.