If The English Had Deep-dish Pizza They

Chickens Have An Uncanny Sense Of Direction.

I Imagine A Child. That Child Is Me. I Can Reconstruct And Vividly Remember Portions Of My Own Childhood. I Can See, Taste, Smell, Feel, And Hear Them. Then What I Do Is, Not Write About That Kid Or About His World, But Start To Think Of A Book That Would Have Pleased Him.

The Activities Of These Parasites And Degenerates Gave Rise To Cubism, Fauvism, Futurism, Pointillism, Constructivism, Orphism, Surrealism, Dada, And Also Impossibleism, Supersurrealism, Dynamic Double-dog Realism, Ishkabibbleism, And Mama, Which Is Like Dada Only Nicer.

It Doesn't Matter Who You Are, Or What You've Done, Or Think You Can Do. There's A Confrontation With Destiny Awaiting You. Somewhere, There Is A Chile You Cannot Eat.

I Went To College, But I Learned To Write By Reading - And Writing.