You Write Things That Are

I Dream Of Moving To India, Or Pakistan, And Becoming A Cabdriver.

I Don't Really Have A Pattern Yet. I Don't Know If I'll Develop One. As Far As Comedic Integrity, I Don't Have Integrity In General, Comedic Or Otherwise.

Tigers Love Pepper...they Hate Cinnamon.

I Know My Face Is Turning Red. I Don't Want You To Interpret It As Being Embarrassed. It's Rage. The Color Of My Face Is Rage.

People Are Trying To Prove Things. And I Probably Have That. I Probably Do. Probably Guilty Of It, In A Way.