...water Laughing Softly Down A Black Stone

When Does A Fake Mohawk Become A Real Mohawk? Who Decides? How Do You Know If It's Happened?

Sure, Everything Is Ending," Jules Said, "but Not Yet.

I Write My First Draft By Hand, At Least For Fiction. For Non-fiction, I Write Happily On A Computer, But For Fiction I Write By Hand, Because I'm Trying To Achieve A Kind Of Thoughtless State, Or An Unconscious Instinctive State. I'm Not Reading What I Write When I Wrote. It's An Unconscious Outpouring That's A Mess, And It's Many, Many Steps Away From Anything Anyone Would Want To Read. Creating That Way Seems To Generate The Most Interesting Material For Me To Work With, Though.

It Was The Hat. He Looked Sweet In The Hat. How Could A Man In A Fuzzy Blue Hat Have Used Human Bones To Pave His Roads?

The Music Industry Is An Interesting Lens Through Which To Look At Change, Because It Has Had Such A Difficult Time Adjusting To The Digital Age.