I'm Sort Of Like A Maniac, And

I'm Talking To A Journalist And I Really Have Nothing To Say Anymore, This Is Already Uncomfortable. I Feel The Pain Coming Already. The Brutal Pain, When One Day I Should Read Your Edit Of Whatever I Say, Because No Matter What I Say, No Matter How I Say It, No Matter Its Tone, Its Frequency Range, Its Decibel Level Or The Way In Which I Put The Words Together, No Matter My Intentions And No Matter The Truth. What I'll Read One Day Will Be A Chastised, Manipulated Abortion Of Your Misunderstandings, Your Manipulations, Your Agenda And Your Amateur Use Of The English Language.

Im Sorry Im Not Gay Or Jewish, So I Dont Have A Special Interest Group Of Journalists That Support Me.

Ive Never Been A Popular Person, But It Doesnt Matter. I Have Everything In My Life That I Want. Im Not A Walking Publicity Stunt. Im Not An Anarchist, Or Bitter. Im Not Trying To Be Subversive. I Just Try To Remain Unguarded, Unprotected By Fear, And Agents And Publicists, And I Feel Comfortable That Way.

I Constantly Try To Reinvent My Sensibilities And My Ideas. I Enjoy Some Of The Satisfaction That I Get When I Feel Good About What I've Done. But The Process Is Quite Lonely And Quite Painful.

I Do Not Want My New Works To Be Generated In A Market Or Audience Of Any Kind.