...the Only Way To Prove You Are

I've Had A Lot Of Fun. Good-bye, And Thank You.

I Sat Day After Day In My Little Room, Waiting For Inspiration To Visit Me, Trying To Invent A Pseudonym That Would Express, In A Combination Of Noble And Striking Sounds, Our Dream Of Artistic Achievement, A Pen Name Grand Enough To Compensate For My Own Feeling Of Insecurity And Helplessness At The Idea Of Everything My Mother Expected From Me.

I Am Weak, I Say With No Presumptions. I Have No Merit, I Note It, That Is All. There Are Times That I Feel So Weak There Most Be A Mistake, And As I Don't Know What I Mean With This, I Am Not Going To Say Anything Else

Literature Is Greater Than Any Of Us, Dammit.

As Long As You Live, You Hope. You Think That Everything Will Just...get Better.