I Live Like A Crazy Old Pack

Once When We Were Fifteen, River (phoenix) And I Went Out For This Fancy Dinner In Manhattan And I Ordered Soft-shell Crabs. He Left The Restaurant And Walked Around On Park Avenue, Crying. I Went Out And Said, "i Love You So Much. Why?" He Had Such A Pain That I Was Eating An Animal, That He Hadn't Impressed On Me What Was Right. I Loved Him For That. For His Dramatic Desire That We Share Every Belief, That I Be With Him All The Way

Cigarettes Are An Instant Signifier In Culture. It Punctuates A Joke, Or Puts That Extra Zing On A Punch Line. I Like Them As A Prop. I Think It Can Be Really Useful For Character And Texture And Contrast And All Of That.

It's Long Past Time We Started Focusing On The Solutions That Actually Keep Women Healthy, Instead Of Using Basic Aspects Of Women's Health As A Tool Of Cultural, Moral, And Political Control.

I Live Like A Crazy Old Pack Rat.

I Feel Comfortable In The Presence Of Oddity. Probably Because I'm A Little Bit Odd.