You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

Comedy is easy. First, people have to fall down. Next, include someone a little hefty. It's a hoot.

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.