Skinny Guys Fight Till They're

I Still Love Him So Much I'll Hide Any Amount Of Conjugated Estrogen In His Food. So Much I'll Do Anything To Destroy Him.

The One Thing I Cannot Stand Is When I Do Interviews, When I Interview People, And I Listen To The Tapes And I Hear Myself Talking And Sort Of Stumble And Stammer, Or I Hear The Horrible Sound Of My Own Voice, Or God Forbid I See Myself On Video, There Is That Complete Revulsion With Seeing How I Occur In The World.

This Is The Worst Problem With Living History Museums. They Always Leave The Best Parts Out. Like Typhus. And Opium. And Scarlet Letters. Shunning. Witch-burning.

As If You Cut Open A Rag Doll With A Sill Name, And Found Inside:real Intestines, Real Lungs, A Beating Heart And Blood. A Lot Of Hot, Sticky Blood.

I'm Always Identifying Some Fallacy In My Own Life. I'm Sort Of Making Fun Of Myself By Exploring And Unpacking Just Why I'm Sort Of Automatically Thrown To Be A Certain Way.