When In Doubt, Resort To Animation.

'nice' Means Nothing. Is It Someone Who Doesn't Swear And Shout? I Swear And Shout. 'nice' Sounds Ineffectual.

People Look For Patterns In Everything. It's What Keeps Us Sane, I Suppose. I Struggle To See Any Patterns In My Life. I Think I Can Understand Depression A Bit Because Of My Sister. My Own Feelings Of ... I'm Aware That, If You Feel Down, It Can Be Strangely Unrelated To Circumstances Around You. That's Just The Way Life Is.

I Cut Down Trees, I Skip And Jump, I Like To Press Wild Flowers. I Put On Women's Clothing And Hang Around In Bars.

As I Work In The Afternoon On Committing To Paper Some Of My Morning's Thoughts, I Find Myself Just About To Close On The Knotty Question Of Whether Or Not I Believe In God. In Fact I Am About To Type, 'i Do Not Believe In God', When The Sky Goes Black As Ink, There Is A Thunderclap And A Huge Crash Of Thunder And A Downpour Of Epic Proportions. I Never Do Complete The Sentence.

The Need To Eat, Sleep And Dry Out Plays Havoc With Your Sense Of Wonder.