It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me

Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word.

I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

If I had had me for a student I would have thrown me out of class immediately.

It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me

As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.

I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.