Death Is The Last Intimate Thing We

A Girl Could Never Have Too Much Jewelry Or Too Much Weaponry.

Nothing Is More Appealing Than A Handsome Man Who Is Also Uncertain Of Himself.

I Got Out My Jar Of Ointment. I Knew Animators Who Had Special Containers For The Ointment. Crockery, Hand-blown Glass, Mystical Symbols Carved Into The Sides. I Used An Old Mason Jar That Had Once Held Grandma Blake's Green Beans. Larry Fished Out A Peanut Butter Jar With The Label Still On It. Extra-crunchy. Yum-yum.

Everything I Needed Was In My Car, Even The Chickens

Fear Will Keep You Alive; Indifference Won't.