There Is Nothing That Teaches You More

She’s Mad, But She’s Magic.

I Read My Books At Night, Like That, Under The Quilt With The Overheated Reading Lamp. Reading All Those Good Lines While Suffocating. It Was Magic.

To Create Art Means To Be Crazy Alone Forever.

It Seemed Better To Delay Thinking.

I Walked Around The Block Twice, Passed 200 People And Failed To See A Human Being.