I Wouldn't Want To Donate My Body

But When I Was A Little Kid, I Was Always Writing Stories And Illustrating Little Books That I Would Create.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.

I Stop Working At About 3 P.m. On Fridays.

Being Gay Is Just One Aspect Of My Very Complicated Life. I Do Not Wear It On My Sleeve.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.