No Matter What The Shrinks, Or The

I Work All The Time Because It's A Great Distraction And It Keeps Me From Sitting Home And Obsessing Morbidly.

I Think It's My Job Or The Artist's Job, To Try And Find Some Solution Or Some Reason To Accept Things. But Given The Grimmest Reality, I Feel The Grimmest Facts Are The Real Facts, The True Facts: That You're Born, You Die, You Suffer, It's To No Purpose, And You're Gone Forever, Ever, Ever, And That's It.

I Loathed Every Day And Regret Every Moment I Spent In A School.

Does Art Imitate Life, Or Does Life Imitate Tv?

My Parents Stayed Together For Forty Years. But That Was Out Of Spite.