The Only Time I Ever Met A

I Don't Like To Think Of My Readership As "fans," A Word Which Has Always Suggested A Kind Of Power Relationship I'm Uncomfortable With.

And I Ask Him Why He Cuts His Arms With A Razor. "just Fo Feel. Just To Feel Something.

Only Nothing Is Impossible.

Why Am I In Hell? It Hurts. It Hurts All The Time. Why Am I In Hell? I Just Want To Go Home And Lie On The Bed The Way I Used To. Please Take Me Home.

We've Always Known We'd Eventually Be Called Upon To Open Our Shirts And Save The Day, And The Superhero Was A Crude, Hopeful Attempt To Talk About How We All Might Feel On That Day Of Great Power, And Great Responsibility.