My Neck And Shoulders Are Killing Me.

Listen To The Chair Leg Of Truth! It Does Not Lie!

That Means That The Universe Is Two-dimensional. Matter, Energy, Time, You, Me And The Floor Are Holograms.

Los Angeles Had No Culture Of Its Own, Just A Large Collection Of Misreadings Of The Artistic Histories Of Other, Proper Cities.

Chris Claremont Once Said Of Alan Moore, "if He Could Plot, We'd All Have To Get Together And Kill Him." Which Utterly Misses The Most Compelling Part Of Alan's Writing, The Way He Develops And Expresses Ideas And Character. Plot Does Not Define Story. Plot Is The Framework Within Which Ideas Are Explored And Personalities And Relationships Are Unfolded.

He Was In Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Which Is Another Weird Quirk Of Rich Old Men. Just One Of The Guys Here. Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Salt Of The Earth, Working Man Like Yourself. Like They're Somehow Uncomfortable About Being Rich Enough To Sleep In A Bed Made Of Vaginas Being Pulled Around The Town At Night By A Fleet Of Gold-covered Midgets.