I Think Of Memory As A Game,

In Me, Speaking Psychologically, There Is Always An Ongoing Struggle Between My Enormously Self-regarding, Almost Delusionally Aspirational, Napoleonic Personality And A Marginalized One.

You Are Fiercely Heterosexual And Well-formed, And It's No One's Business That You've Shrunk Your Parents And Keep Them In A Terranium, But You Have A Gatling Gun For A Mouth, And If That's A Diary You're Producing From Your Cleavage, I'm Leaving.

I Always Thought Of My Work As Being Animated By A Spirit Of Unhinged Generosity.

Actually What's Worse Than A Dog's Mouth Is A Cat's Mouth. They're Not Dirtier Per Se, But They Have Sharper Teeth, So They Are Much More Likely To Go Deep, Should They Bite You.

My Work Generally Tends To Be An All-out, 360-degree Subversive Take On Everything, Most Of All My Own Notion Of Myself As A Son, Father, Husband, Human Being And Male In This Culture.