Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do Not

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

When You Think About It, Giving Up Your Real Personality Is A Small Price To Pay For The Richness Of Living Happily Ever After With An Actual Man!

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

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.

What Is An Idea Made Of? Of Future, Past And Also Meanwhile.