Where Some God Pissed A Rain Of

Writing About A Writer's Block Is Better Than Not Writing At All

Fiction Is An Improvement On Life

It Was Hard For Me To Believe. When Recess Was Over I Sat In Class And Thought About It. My Mother Had A Hole And My Father Had A Dong That Shot Juice. How Could They Have Things Like That And Walk Around As If Everything Was Normal, And Talk About Things, And Then Do It And Not Tell Anybody?

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

The Years Have Gone By Quickly. Death Sits In The Seat Next To Me. We Make A Lovely Couple.