David Bowie understands me.

And it suddenly hit me; it's okay to be leaving everything, I will always be back, ya dig?

If you have the opportunity to listen to the writer read their shit, do it. All those stupid bricks fall into their stupid places 8000 times faster.

Tinamou: little foxes, are you shitting me?

In place of books, I would like a pair of hot Nike Dunks. I'd rather look fly than read.

Oooooooooh, we love Aladdin Sane.

Mission appropriation done. If anyone feels like reading the Story of the Eye for the 21st century, hit me up.

I haven't even been trying to touch that Koch poem. I hate Koch's contemporaries.

See above, a.k.a a bold faced lie.

I used to think Anon. was a person, an extremely prolific writer.

Would it be a problem to name a girl Bronson?

Today is Friday, and I've totally got it on my mind.

Sincerely,
Anon.