Food Doesn't Exist, But Can Only Be

Celebrate While You Can

Ambitious, Absorbing, And Poignantly Moving.

I Could Eat Your Heart & Asshole You'd Never Know It.

When Writing Goes Painfully, When It’s Hideously Difficult, And One Feels Real Despair (ah, The Despair, Silly As It Is, Is Real!)–then Naturally One Ought To Continue With The Work; It Would Be Cowardly To Retreat. But When Writing Goes Smoothly–why Then One Certainly Should Keep On Working, Since It Would Be Stupid To Stop. Consequently One Is Always Writing Or Should Be Writing.

Much Of My Writing Is Energized By Unresolved Memories - Something Like Ghosts In The Psychological Sense.