Life is a sleazy stranger, who looks vaguely familiar; flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar.

Life is a sleazy stranger, who looks vaguely familiar; flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar.

I always try and stay one step ahead of people, not looking like I looked like last week, so I can be as anonymous as possible and part of it is just for me. It is fun to just come up with new and bizarre colors for each area of your body and things like that, but there are some parts of it that I just keep wanting to negate myself. I hate waking up in the morning and recognizing the woman in the bathroom mirror.

And this vague little smile is my all purpose expression the meaning of which I will leave to your discretion.

Why do our kids have to show us what gun control is all about?

We negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction.

Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.