Things Fall Apart, It's Scientific.

Sometimes It's A Form Of Love Just To Talk To Somebody That You Have Nothing In Common With And Still Be Fascinated By Their Presence.

Facts Are Simple And Facts Are Straight. Facts Are Lazy And Facts Are Late. Facts All Come With Points Of View. Facts Don't Do What I Want Them To. Facts Just Twist The Truth Around. Facts Are Living Turned Inside Out.

When It Became Easy Enough To Do Dairy Online, Then I Just Thought, "oh, I'll Start Doing This. I'll Put The Parts Online That Aren't Going To Get Me In Trouble. I'll Save The Rest For Myself." It Became Also This Kind Of Self-therapy. I Could Write About Stuff That Was Bothering Me, Or Personal Stuff. And The Very Personal Stuff I Could Edit Out. But It Was Kind Of The Catharsis Of Getting It Out And Writing About It, That Made Me Think, "okay, I See Why People Do This, Why They Keep These Diaries." So I Thought, "well, Let's See What Happens When I Post Some Of It."

Things Fall Apart, It's Scientific.

Music Is Relegated To An Underground, Relatively Obscure Group Of Listeners. It's Partly Because Of The Nature Of The Medium. With A Piece Of Visual Art, You Can Look At Something Ugly, Brutal And In Your Face, But It's Kind Of - There It Is. It Doesn't Take You Over In The Same Way That Putting On The Music At A Certain Volume Does.