I Am Available To All Women -

I Want To Thank Gus Van Sant For Selling Out So That I Could Use His Editor Curtis Clayton, Who Did A Great Job.

If I Gain Support, The Support Doesn't Seem To Mean Anything. It's Not Like Anyone Really Cares About Me.

My Parents Took An Interest In Nothing, At Home No Books, No Records. My Mother And My Father Are The Emblem Of Indifference, Dryness And Bad Taste. My Father Is Also Terribly Stingy, In Life As Well As In Feelings: I Have Never Seen Him Filling Up The Bathtub.

I Don't Trust Or Love Anyone. Because People Are So Creepy. Creepy Creepy Creeps. Creeping Around. Creeping Here And Creeping There. Creeping Everywhere.

I'm Talking To A Journalist And I Really Have Nothing To Say Anymore, This Is Already Uncomfortable. I Feel The Pain Coming Already. The Brutal Pain, When One Day I Should Read Your Edit Of Whatever I Say, Because No Matter What I Say, No Matter How I Say It, No Matter Its Tone, Its Frequency Range, Its Decibel Level Or The Way In Which I Put The Words Together, No Matter My Intentions And No Matter The Truth. What I'll Read One Day Will Be A Chastised, Manipulated Abortion Of Your Misunderstandings, Your Manipulations, Your Agenda And Your Amateur Use Of The English Language.