Were They Beautiful? We Were All Beautiful.

No Art Comes From The Conscious Mind.

For A While, Mirabelle Believes There Will Be A Moment When He Will Cave In And Let Himself Love Her, But Eventually She Lets The Idea Go. She Hits Bottom. She Dwells In The Muck For Several Months, Not Depressed Exactly, But Involved In A Mourning That At First She Thinks Is For Ray But Soon Realizes Is For The Loss Of Her Old Self.

So, I Can Hurt Now, Or Hurt Later.

They Want Me On The Television Shows Now Because I Did So Well On Celebrity Assholes.

Kids Like My Act Because I'm Wearing Nose Glasses. Adults Like My Act Because There's A Guy Who Thinks Putting On Nose Glasses Is Funny.