I Think Of My Body As A

I Like Having Written Better Than I Like Having Acted.

All I Can Say Is That When Millions Of Plastic Dolls Of You Are Being Sold Each Day And An Equal Number Of Teenage Boys Are Masturbating Over You Each Night, It's Bound To Do Something Screwy To Your Psyche.

I Mean, That's At Least In Part Why I Ingested Chemical Waste - It Was A Kind Of Desire To Abbreviate Myself. To Present The Cliffnotes Of The Emotional Me, As Opposed To The Twelve-column Read.

You Know How I Always Seem To Be Struggling, Even When The Situation Doesn't Call For It?

I Hate Caviar. Ugh! The Freebase Of Food!