Live The Dream, Potato.

This Pain, This Dying, This Is Just Normal. This Is How Life Is. In Fact, I Realize, There Never Was An Earthquake. Life Is Just This Way, Broken, And I Am Crazy For Dreaming Of Something Else.

Did You Ever Really Love Her? Not Really No. But Me? Yes. Even Though I Have No Pizzazz?

Sometimes I Lie In Bed Trying To Decide Which Of My Friends I Truly Care About, And I Always Come To The Same Conclusion: None Of Them. I Thought These Were Just My Starter Friends And The Real Ones Would Come Along Later. But No. These Are My Real Friends.

Collections Are Certainly Abundant Online. It's Complicated, Because It's Not Like These People Didn't Want Computers, Although There Was Some Nonchalance About It. I Would Sometimes Ask The People I Interviewed If They Wished They Had A Computer, And In A Lot Of Cases, It Was Like They Couldn't Process The Question. You Don't Know What You Don't Have, I Guess.

To Do Someone Else's Script? I Don't Think I'd Have A Reason.