Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

Man Is A Bird Full Of Mud, I Say Aloud. And Death Looks On With A Casual Eye And Scratches His Anus.

Give Me Your Skin As Sheer As A Cobweb, Let Me Open It Up And Listen In And Scoop Out The Dark.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.