We're having a traditional Thanksgiving - turkey, mashed potatoes, hat buckles, smallpox, genocide, a blue corn moon, etc.

I masturbate 'cause I'm the only one whose standards are low enough to f-k me.

I don't like calling myself a "feminist" only because I don't think I've done anything active enough to call myself one. It'd be like calling myself a civil rights activist just because I'm not racist.

If I have enough money to support myself, I'll just give stuff away. I just, I want people to see it and I want to be able to do this for a living, you know what I mean? So it's just a balance. If I'm not doing well for five years, then I'm selling stuff, but if I'm doing well and I can afford to give stuff away, I'll always do that.

Once a week, I like to slip into a deep existential depression where I lose all my sense of oneness and self-worth.

And an anteater plus a large hungry mutant ant? An ironic way to die.

Do unto others as you would have them do to you, said the rapist.