A Bullet In The Right Place Can

I Couldn't Think Of One Clever Way To Stop This Guy, So I Just Trusted To Mindless Violence.

My Art School Rejection Letter Arrived As A Cold Manila Fist That Closed Around My Fragile Hopes ... The Fear Was Practically Edible. Nothing Would Happen Unless I Get Out And Make It Happen. Then, As If Handling Me The Keys To The Jet Pack, My Dad Bought Me A Typewriter And A Taped Message To The Inside Of Its Case: "son - The World Is Waiting To Hear From You".

And That's Why People Read Comics, To Get Away From The Way Life Works, Which Is Quite Cruel And Unheroic And Ends In Death.

From Now On, I'm Opting For Ontological Terrorism.

And I Ask Him Why He Cuts His Arms With A Razor. "just Fo Feel. Just To Feel Something.