I Don't Look Like Who I Am.

I've About Decided That's The Main Thing That Separates Happy People From The Other People: The Feeling That You're A Practical Item, With A Use, Like A Sweater Or A Socket Wrench.

I Write Every Moment That Is Humanly Possible. I Write Every Day And Every Night. The Only Discipline I Lack Is The Discipline Is To Quit.

Given My Own Circumstances, I Find That Anything Can Turn Out To Belong Nearly Anywhere.

What I Want Is So Simple I Almost Can't Say It: Elementary Kindness.

But I've Swallowed My Pride Before, That's For Sure. I'm Practically Lined With My Mistakes On The Inside Like A Bad-wallpapered Bathroom.