I Looked Up At Ellen And Her

Still It Might Be Nice, Once In A While, Not To Have To Choose Between Evils. Just Once, Couldn't I Choose The Lesser Good?

I Got Out My Jar Of Ointment. I Knew Animators Who Had Special Containers For The Ointment. Crockery, Hand-blown Glass, Mystical Symbols Carved Into The Sides. I Used An Old Mason Jar That Had Once Held Grandma Blake's Green Beans. Larry Fished Out A Peanut Butter Jar With The Label Still On It. Extra-crunchy. Yum-yum.

When Sex Is Necessary For The Plot Of A Book, Or A Character Development, Then I Don't Shy Away From It. Why Should I?

The Only True Happiness Lies In Knowing Who You Are ... And Making Peace With It.

Was A Clear, Pale Blue Like The Eyes Of A Siberian Husky Dog. Human Beings Just Didn't Have Eyes Like That.