I've Run Into Certain Geniuses Of Individualism

I've Got Huge Tubs Full Of X-files Memorobilia That I Can Sell On Ebay.

It's Always Like You Write A Poem When You Can't Really Say What You're Trying To Say.

I'm Actually Thinking About Getting Back To Being A Bath Tub. I Don't Think Anyone's Ever Quite Segued Into That.

I Will Read Biographies Or Autobiographies While I'm Writing, But Mostly I Put Books In A To-read Queue, Like Rachel Cusk's New Novel, "outline."

People… They Don’t Write Anymore – They Blog. Instead Of Talking, They Text, No Punctuation, No Grammar: Lol This And Lmfao That. You Know, It Just Seems To Me It’s Just A Bunch Of Stupid People Pseudo-communicating With A Bunch Of Other Stupid People In A Proto-language That Resembles More What Cavemen Used To Speak Than The King’s English.