I love finding something awesome I'd forgotten I'd written:
Rationality, I think, is the enemy of romance. It grounds one in one’s flesh and anchors one to the earth. This sad condition is inevitably fatal, and its devastating effects can only be delayed by the regular consumption of powerful intoxicants. I know writers who never partake, who put pen to paper in a state of stony sobriety. They’re terrible.
The new project is called "Fouler Lips Than Thine."