Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a beer bottle while somebody tells you about a dream they had.

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

Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson

I live in constant fear of being fired or dropped for that dark part of my work I can't control.

The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.

In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.