I Don't Laugh That Much, But I

I Wondered Where The Person Was Who Had Taken My Place, Who Wanted To Know What News People Had Been Told. I'm Always Looking For The Person Who Replaces Me, Who Thinks The Things I Do, Who Fills In For Me When I'm Not There. I Know There Is Someone Younger Than Me Doing What I Did And Someone Older Doing What I Will Do, And Someone My Age Being Just Like Me.

The Work Changes The Way Your Face Changes And Ages - It Just Does. Also, I Have Very Little Connection To Anything I've Written. I Move On. We All Move On

It Was One Of Those Days When Every Time I Went To Go Out The Door, Something Grabbed Me In The Back Of The Brain And Said, Lie Down And Masturbate One More Time.

Oh, God, I Don't Know What's More Difficult, Life Or The English Language.

Nothing Wrong With Changing Your Mind. That's A Very Unwaffling Thing To Say: "nothing Wrong..." Who Am I To Say That There's Nothing Wrong With It? Maybe Something Is Wrong With Changing Your Mind. Anyway, Love Is Very, Very Difficult. I Love. But Probably Because I Hate Myself On Some Deep, Sick Level, It Makes Loving Difficult. But I Do Try.