Table of Contents | 10 January 2005
I've hated my mother for half my life, but watching her die is killing me.
My art is purely about escapism . . . I was poor enough to have been able to benefit from not owning a TV.
"[H]onestly, I still think of myself as a kid sometimes, or at least, I'll find myself picturing how I'd react to a certain adult-situation through the eyes of a younger me."
That soldiers silently embrace
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