This is heaven. You can stop praying now.

The world would be a much nicer place if people only used guns on themselves.

I think there is something a little too self conscious about enjoying being an outsider.

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.

All the power to them but I'm not interested in making yet another show that looks like some other show.

I'm just doing little bits and pieces for other magazines right now.

The numbing mind-ream of knowing you're alone not because people won't accept you but because you find so little worth accepting. An imposed solitude is better than simply tolerating your company in waiting for something better. So loneliness is not such a terrible thing when you consider that the alternative to thought provoking solace is to be surrounded only by remindings of why that solitude is preferable.