I grew inside her...

Like a weed in spring...

More was expected...

of me. By myself.

Western culture is filled with...

cliches. That pass themselves off as wisdom.

I can't stop....

sneezing.

You can't

... take pictures in a gallary.

your blog makes no sense

and neither does the convenience store now that everything is rounded up to the nearest nickel.

I just had no...

stomach for it.

Too tired to...

Toc...

A wealth of knowledge

Nothing. I have nothing.

Reach

Beat ya. You're dead.

He's the artist

I'm the other guy.

This is an actual postcard

I love the word actual. Like real it's a liar. Like Dylan said, there's no lie like the present.

She's not there...

I had an idea to do a series of works based on other work by other artists who were inspired by the work of others.

But then I didn't knock

Nobody answered the door