I'm not a pitiable creature. It's just that I suffer very eloquently.
I sang in art school, just to get money to smoke.
Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.
Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.
You win the lasting laurels with your laughter.
I can't remember anything I ever wrote.