I Have Let Things Slip, A Thirty-year~old

Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else. I Do It Exceptionally Well.

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.

I Had Hoped, At My Departure, I Would Feel Sure And Knowledgeable About Everything That Lay Ahead -- After All, I Had Been "analyzed." Instead, All I Could See Were Question Marks.

Perhaps When We Find Ourselves Wanting Everything, It Is Because We Are Dangerously Close To Wanting Nothing.

You Walked In, Laughing, Tears Welling Confused, Mingling In Your Throat. How Can You Be So Many Women To So Many People, Oh You Strange Girl?