I Think About The Meaning Of Pain.

It Is Just That I Don't Want A Wife And I Don't Want Kids.

My Laptop Seems To Know Where I Am, Even If I Don't. My Cellphone Asks Me If I Want Directions To Anywhere From The Spot I Am Standing In. I Buy A Record Online And Amazon.com Sends Me Letters, Telling Me That People Who Bought What I Bought Also Bought These Other Records.

Anywhere You Hang Yourself Is Home.

I Forged Myself Out Of A Vacuum. I Crawl Along The Highway On Hacked Off Stumps Year After Year. Some Wonder How And Why. I Never Do.

When You Start To Doubt Yourself The Real World Will Eat You Alive.