I Think The Reason My Stories Have

I Am A Child Of The Poisonous Wind That Copulated With The East River On An Oil-slick, Garbage Infested Midnight. I Turn About On My Own Parentage. I Inoculate Against Those Very Biles That Brought Me To Light. I Am A Serum Born Of Venoms. I Am The Antibody Of All Time. I Am The Cure. You Do Of The City, Do You Not? Manhattan Is Your Punisher, Let Me Be You Shield.

When You're Older You Want To Learn From Other People.

What's The Point Of Having A Library Full Of Books You've Already Read?

I Laugh Until I Weep And Weep Until I Smile

Life Is Like Underwear, Should Be Changed Twice A Day.