The bravest soldiers during world war two were Japanese. Oddly they were our enemy and they were put in internment camps right here in the US. But according to my research they deserved purple hearts.

Sitting on the toilet, dreaming of Paris and feeling something claw at my ass all of a sudden. I leap up!

Curiosity is a bitch, because that is where it will take you.

Her name change to Super Herpes got me worried.

Some lonely people can be found in the toilet, a baby crock with big sad eyes.

Those who look at trees and try to communicate with birds will always remain optimists.

I never worry about popularity because I know how to make people laugh.

One way I think of God is that God is within a giant book that has some missing pages, some invisible ink, some clues, some censorship, and even some blood, but you are compelled to read on.

To me the holocaust was devastating and then I found out that Jews were supposed to be meek, and I was not happy with that. Finally I chose not to be meek.

I suppose a genocide involves hiding all the evidence, and that makes me feel like I am essentially evidence.