My head and my emotions are so fucked up at this point, I'll have no choice but to write novels.



The fog on the highway this morning was heavy and gold with sunlight. The twisting traffic on the road ahead streamed along under and through it, a manifestation of my many impossibilities, imagined and real



My thoughts and my feelings are so fucked up at this point, I'll have no choice but to show you a thing or two about who you are dealing with



but of course