I do love to eavesdrop. It's inspirational, not only for subject matter but for actual dialogue, the way people talk.

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

I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

When you think about it, giving up your real personality is a small price to pay for the richness of living happily ever after with an actual man!

You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but you're not. That'd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the 'hello' is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?

Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that and find ourselves mixing up playing with happiness. There can be a kind of amnesia about the seriousness of playing, especially when we played by ourselves.