The Truth Of The Matter Is, You

There Are Worse Things Than Being Mad.

No Fear Or Shame In The Dignity Of Your Experience, Language, And Knowledge.

I'm Going To Marry My Novels And Have Little Short Stories For Children.

You Seek Identity In The Midst Of Indistinguishab Le Chaos, In Sprawling Nameless Reality.

I Wish The Whole World Was Dead Serious About Food Instead Of Silly Rockets And Machines And Explosives Using Everybody's Food Money To Blow Their Heads Off Anyway.