Having a show get canceled is like, 'Oh, you have caviar between your teeth,' you know what I mean? Because you had a show in the first place.

I didn't think I was in a morbid mood, but it appears I am. My mind goes round and round trying to figure things out, but I always come back to the same two things: Loneliness and Death. Life ends before we figure anything out, most importantly how not to be lonely. Solitude is fine. But feeling like you have no one to love - abject lonliness - is not alright.

I promote my own self-hatred.

I don't really recognise success. I don't see myself as on an upwardly mobile trajectory. I see myself as on the edge of a cliff about to fall off.

Mostly I have to try to censor myself so as not to write things that will hurt other people, or that will go too far.

I hid my underwear beneath a parked Peugeot.

The reason it's hard for me to tweet is I don't want to pronounce anything, and Twitter is for pronouncing.