Brother, Be A Brother, Fill This Tiny

You're One Microscopic Cog In His Catastrophic Plan.

I Just Found This World A Hard Place To Be Good In,’ Says Bunny, Then He Closes His Eyes And, With An Expiration Of Breath, Goes Still.

I've Had To Try And Find A Way Over The Years Of Writing Narratively That Doesn't Really Require You To Sit Down And Work Out What The Story's About. You're Brought Into A Sort Of Sequence Of Images That Have That Emotional Resonance, But It's Kind Of Irrelevant What The Actual Story Is. It's Taken Me Maybe 13 Albums Or Something To Work That Out.

The Rock Star Is Dying. And It's A Small Tragedy. Rock Stars Have Blogs Now. I Have No Use For That Kind Of Rock Star.

I'm Not A Misogynist, So You Can Dispense With That. I Think I've Done Wonders For The Feminist Movement.