I'm On The Verge Of A Total

I Wish We Had A Dog In The Show So That I Could Get To Be A Dog For A Day.

There's No Shortage Of Material In Life.

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

I Didn't Think I Was In A Morbid Mood, But It Appears I Am. My Mind Goes Round And Round Trying To Figure Things Out, But I Always Come Back To The Same Two Things: Loneliness And Death. Life Ends Before We Figure Anything Out, Most Importantly How Not To Be Lonely. Solitude Is Fine. But Feeling Like You Have No One To Love - Abject Lonliness - Is Not Alright.

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