You Know How I Always Seem To

I Guess I Could Debra Winger In Any Number Of Things. She's So Luminous - It's A Birth Defect.

I Mean, That's At Least In Part Why I Ingested Chemical Waste - It Was A Kind Of Desire To Abbreviate Myself. To Present The Cliffnotes Of The Emotional Me, As Opposed To The Twelve-column Read.

All I Can Say Is That When Millions Of Plastic Dolls Of You Are Being Sold Each Day And An Equal Number Of Teenage Boys Are Masturbating Over You Each Night, It's Bound To Do Something Screwy To Your Psyche.

I'll Never Be Known For My Work With Boundaries.

I've Got To Stop Getting Obsessed With Human Beings And Fall In Love With A Chair. Chairs Have Everything Human Beings Have To Offer, And Less, Which Is Obviously What I Need. Less Emotional Feedback, Less Warmth, Less Approval, Less Patience And Less Response. The Less The Merrier. Chairs It Is. I Must Furnish My Heart With Feelings For Furniture.