When I finally decide that I'm ready to get out of bed, it could be the sunlight, it could be the fact that I'm awake, and, OK, first of all, I wake up in the morning because I have to go to the bathroom.

I can't say that I always want to get out of bed, you know.

I have offered myself to the inkwell of the wordsmith that I might be shaped into new terms of being.

pools of blood are not recreational even lifeguards drown when the undertow breaks bread with the underbelly demons disguised as sharks have not put enough thought into their costumes a wiseman stays ashore when pointed fins read like italian subtitles the end is near (...) the beginning

If you feel something, you should do it.

this is her body this is her blood

I feel pretty vulnerable all the time.