If There Was Ever A Bigger Pansy

I Could Not Do What I Do If I Were Not Obsessive Compulsive To A Certain Extent. I Don't Act Clinically Ocd. I'm Not Going To Check Things So Many Times I Have To Take Drugs For It. But The Kind Of Complicated And Painstaking Work I Have To Do To Make My Drawings, It Just Kind Of Harnesses That Compulsive Energy In A Constructive Way.

If It Weren't For The Unconventionality Of My Desires, My Mind Might Never Have Been Forced To Reckon With My Body.

At First I Was Glad For The Help. My Freshmen English Class, "mythology And Archetypal Experience," Confounded Me. I Didn't Understand Why We Couldn't Just Read Books Without Forcing Contorted Interpretations On Then

I Started To Get Bored With That Stuff About Only Drawing Men And I've Taken It Out Of The Slideshow.

I Don't Know, Maybe It's Because I Was Raised Catholic. Confession Has Always Held A Great Appeal For Me.