the chicken's still dancing the chicken won't stop

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.

To create something beautiful about despair or out of a feeling of despair is for me the most hopeful life affirming thing a person can do

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

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.