Race And Class Are The Easiest Divisions.

Part Of A Horror Movie Has To Be A Bit Fakey For Me To Really Enjoy It. The New Ones Are So Realistic That They Distract Me From The Ride Through The Horror.

I Do Dumb Stuff, Like Playing My Favorite Dumb Barry White Song And Lip-synching Into The Mirror So It Looks Like His Voice Is Coming Out Of My Mouth.

The Strips Are Nearly Effortless Unless I Am Really Emotionally Upset, A Wreck.

What Is An Imaginary Friend? Are There Also Imaginary Enemies?

It Is True That I Am A Person With Black Pockets Of Evil And Hatred In My Heart. There Are Underground Places Inside Of Me