I Used To Get Criticized

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

I'm Not Rational Enough To Be A Good Journalist.

The Fact Is, The Media Never Gets Off The Interstate Unless There's A Major Explosion.

Writers Can Write Outside Their Ethnicity Or Sex Depending How Open And Vulnerable They Wish To Be.

I Have Closely Noted That People Who Watch A Great Deal Of Tv Never Again Seem Able To Adjust To The Actual Pace Of Life. The Speed Of The Passing Images Becomes The Speed The Aspire To And They Seem To Develop An Impatience And Boredom With Anything Else.