I Still Feel Very Much An Imposter

L.a. Is Full Of Screenwriters. I Don't Know Why. On Many Levels, It's Such A Thankless Occupation.

I Always Thought My Records Were Number One; It's Just The Charts Didn't Think So.

Polly Jean, I Love You. I Love The Texture Of Your Skin, The Taste Of Your Saliva, The Softness Of Your Ears. I Love Every Inch And Every Part Of Your Entire Body. From Your Toes And The Beautifully Curved Arches Of Your Feet, To The Exceptional Shade And Warmth Of Your Dark Hair. I Need You In My Life, I Hope You Need Me Too.

Sometimes The Song Isn't Strong Enough To Contain The Fiction, Because Memories Are Fictions.

Out Of Sorrow Entire Worlds Have Been Built Out Of Longing Great Wonders Have Been Willed They're Only Little Tears Darling Let Them Spill And Lay Your Head Upon My Shoulder.