I Can Offer You Only: This World

Literature Bores Me, Especially Great Literature

This World Is Gradually Becoming A Place Where I Do Not Care To Be Any More.

Wishin' Was Dyin' But I Gotta Make It All This Way To That Bed On These Feet.

One Must Be Ruthless With One's Own Writing Or Someone Else Will Be.

We Have Reason To Be Afraid. This Is A Terrible Place.