I love Huey Lewis, but not the News, because the News is too depressing.

Its not that I'm weird; it's that it's weird not to be weird

A blanket could be used as a duvet, in the fight against elitism.


I’ve got you covered. Just don’t hog all the blanket.


A blanket could be used as a parachute, for jumping out of dreams.


I don’t need a blanket. I need your naked body on top of me.


A blanket could be used to stop gun violence. Make sleep, not war.


A brick could be used as a pettable non-furry and non-meowing cat.


I’m older than myself. At least I will be, once my clone gets here.

I don't remember ever signing up for weird. It just sort of happened.

It s good as an artist to always remember to see things in a new weird way

A blanket could be used as a tablecloth, and a brick left as a tip.


Because if I'm weirdAnd ostracized and friendlessIt's not personal.

My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.

I never set out to be weird. It was always other people who called me weird.