The Cancer I Don't Have Is Everywhere

Today Is The Sort Of Day Where The Sun Only Comes Up To Humiliate You.

Leonardo's Mona Lisa Is Just A Thousand Thousand Smears Of Paint. Michelangelo's David Is Just A Million Hits With A Hammer. We're All Of Us A Million Bits Put Together The Right Way.

Everyone Has Something Wrong. And For A While, Her Heart Just Sort Of Flat Lined.

There Are People Out There Who Will Not Read Books, But Somehow They'll Read My Books.

Give Me Lust, Baby. Flash. Give Me Malice. Flash. Give Me Detached Existentialist Ennui. Flash. Give Me Rampant Intellectualism As A Coping Mechanism. Flash.