You Know That Great Car-stomach

When You Think About It, Giving Up Your Real Personality Is A Small Price To Pay For The Richness Of Living Happily Ever After With An Actual Man!

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

He's Picked Clean! Eaten By Cats!

I Run A Tight Ship, But I Try And Make It Seem Like I'm Not Doing That At All.

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.