In These Silences Something May Rise

Pride Was The Belt You Used To Hold Your Pants Up When You Had No Pants.

It's A Hard Life If You Don't Weaken.

If I Cannot Horrify, I'll Go For The Gross Out. I'm Not Proud.

...it Was More Like Bleeding Than Crying.

Here I Am, Ninety Years Old And Ready For The Cooling Board, Using A Brand New Macintosh Computer, And There You Sit, Twenty-two And Gorgeous, Fresh As A New Peach, Yet Scrawling On A Yellow Legal Pad Like An Old Maid In A Victorian Romance.