I Hang My Laundry On The Line

My Family Could Only Afford To Get Me The Box Of Eight Crayola Crayons, But I Craved The One With All 24 Colours. I Wanted Magenta And Turquoise And Silver And Gold.

Sex Sells Everything And Sex Kills.

I Met A Redneck On A Grecian Isle Who Did The Goat Dance Very Well.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.