Memory's so treacherous. One moment you're lost in a carnival of delights with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon on puberty, all that sentimental candyfloss. The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go.. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you'd hoped were forgotten.

Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.

I'm not personally connected to the Internet, although nearly everyone that I know is, and many of them have a great time and no problems with it. And on the surface you can see that the Internet could go an awful long way to educating, enlightening, informing and connecting the world.

This is an IMAGINARY STORY...aren't they all?

Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.

If I have to have a past, then I prefer it to be multiple choice.

I enjoy putting my mind into different situations rather than my body.