For Me, The Past Is

I Promote My Own Self-hatred.

There's No Shortage Of Material In Life.

I Need To Stay In The Present And Use That New-age Mantra: 'i'm Okay Right Now.' But I Worry About All The Things I'm Failing At Every Moment.

It Was One Of Those Days When Every Time I Went To Go Out The Door, Something Grabbed Me In The Back Of The Brain And Said, Lie Down And Masturbate One More Time.

Whether I'm Writing Scripts Or Prose, The Goal Is Identical. To Give Pleasure. Now Whether I Succeed Or Not Is Up For Debate, And, Mostly, I Fail. But I Try. I Like To Make Things. It's A Way To Stay Busy During One's Ephemeral And Confusing Life.