Only Art Means Anything.

There Was A Young Lady Named Mae Who Smoked Without Stopping All Day; As Pack Followed Pack, Her Lungs First Turned Black, And Eventually Rotted Away.

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.

My Mission In Life Is To Make Everybody As Uneasy As Possible. I Think We Should All Be As Uneasy As Possible, Because That's What The World Is Like.

Interviewer: What Is Your Greatest Regret? Gorey: That I Don't Have One

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