Say Heat. Say Wet Between My Legs.

People Think About Who They Are In The Stillest Hour Of The Night. I Carry This Thought, The Child's Mystery And Terror Of This Thought, I Feel This Immensity In My Soul Every Second Of My Life.

I Don't Consider Myself Paranoid At All. I Think I See Things Exactly As They Are.

I Was Always Younger Than Anyone Around Me. One Day It Began To Change.

Mirrors And Images. Or Sex And Love. These Are Two Separate Systems That We Miserably Try To Link.

American Writers Ought To Stand And Live In The Margins, And Be More Dangerous.