=mental confetti=

The page is a stage on which to perform. Even at my most confessional, I'm just putting on a mask and an act. I've made peace with how it is. When I'm serious as cancer, trying to tell the absolute truth, I'm lying in spite of myself. When I'm just goofing around, making up the wildest stuff I can imagine out of thin air, some painful truth inevitably slips in beneath my awareness. I can't help it. I put on the most entertaining performance I can. That's it. No more is possible. Everything else is out of my control. Thank god.