All Memory Can Do Is Scream For

I Find Waiting Unbearable Because It Makes Me Passive And Negates Me. I Hate Being Nothing.

We Come Crawling Through These Cracks, Orphans, Lobotomies; If You Ask Me What I Want, I'll Tell You. I Want Everything. Whole Rotten World Come Down And Break. Let Me Spread My Legs.

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.

I Understand That Postmodern Literature Probably Means People Like Delillo, The Fiction Collective, But I Don't Get It That Those Writers Are Really Influenced By Postmodern Theorists.

My Nutritionist Read My Pathology Report And Said, "there's Only One Way You Can Beat Your Cancer." "what's That?" "you Have To Find Out What Caused It.