I Love The Process Of Being Alone

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

You Don't Have To Follow Anybody's Rules.

The Point Of What I Do Is That It Doesn't Really Matter What A Book Or A Story Is As Long It Moves You, Informs You, Challenges You, Entertains You, Or Changes You.

I Don't Care What People Come At Me With. People Have Come At Me With Everything You Could Imagine. I Could Care Less About That.

I Skip The Introduction. If The Book Goes In The Trash, I Want It To Go Because Of My Thoughts On It, Not Because Of Some Asshole's Thoughts Who Wrote The Introduction.