But All Good Things Come To An

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

When I Go To An Art Gallery And Stand In Front Of A Painting, I Don't Want Someone Telling Me What I Should Be Seeing Or Thinking; I Want To Feel Whatever I Feel, See Whatever I See, And Figure Out What I Figure Out.

What's Crazy Is Living Your Life According To Some Book Written By Someone Who Couldn't Imagine What Your Life Would Be Like.

I Would Like To Be Soft And Warm. I Would Be Terrified To Be That Way. I Could Be Hurt If I Were Soft And Warm. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself. It Is Harder To Be Soft Than It Is To Be Hard. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself.

When I Was A Screenwriter, I Was Doing It For Mercenary Reasons.