When We Finish A Book, Why Do

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.

Then How Can You Ever Know About The Beautiful Goodness Of Mud? How Bad It Wants To Be Things. How Bad It Wants To Get On Your Legs And Arms And Take Your Footprints And Handprints And How Bad It Wants You To Make It Alive! Mud Is Always Ready To Play With You. Seriously You Should Try It!

Something Can Only Become An Illusion After Disillusionment. Before That, It Is Something Real. What Caused The Disillusionment? No One Told Me The Print On The Wall Was Just Ink And Paper And Had No Life Of Its Own. At Some Point The Cat Stopped Blinking, And I Stopped Thinking It Could.

I Remember My Comic Strips Being Called "new Wave." It Bugged Me.

I Live In Constant Fear Of Being Fired Or Dropped For That Dark Part Of My Work I Can't Control.