It's Hard For Me To Think Of

Maybe My Work Isn't A Cry For Help. It May Just Be A Baby's Need To Cry Or A Dog's Need To Bark. You Know, Barks That Seem Connected To Phantom Noises And Cries That Just Come; Though A Baby's Cries Are Usually Efficient - Something Is Bothering Them. Anyway, I Think Giving Money Is A Sign Of Love. If You Truly Want To Help Someone, A Lot Of Times Giving Them Money Is The Best Thing You Can Do.

I Don't Laugh That Much, But I Do Like Humorous Books, And I Like To Entertain Readers That Way.

Something Has Happened Where You Almost Never Grow Up In America. Maybe It's The Greater Wealth.

I'm On The Verge Of A Total Breakdown. Sciatica. Taxes. Cars. Fleas, Possibly. It's An Absurd Existence.

One Last Thing On Objectives - I Like To Make Things, Create Things, So That's Probably Been The Primary Objective All Along, Even Before The Ego Objective - To Make. To Record. But Why Record... That Gets Back To The Ego, A Little. Oh, Well. Making Is Good. I Like To Make Things.