Her eyes were like fire.
They weren’t red or anything.
Not particularly warm, either.
They didn’t glow or “appear to glow,”
whatever that means.

But they had that same strange blend of
familiar and miraculous-
and they were always nice to look at
after a long day of doing things.

Best Believe…

“"You’re not being respectful that they have different views than you.“ Well yes, no, I’m not respecting that they’re not being respectful. I don’t need to respect views. (…) I hope anger gets stirred up a little bit more. People say “oh, it’s all about respect and you know, multiculturalism, you gotta respect that people have different opinions.” Well, no, kids are fucking killing themselves. Kids are killing themselves because of ideas like this. Ideas that start with: “well, no I know, it’s just i… it’s my belief that gay people shouldn’t get married.” Well, little kids hearing that, you don’t think they’ve fucking killed themselves? You’ve got blood on your hands. (…) This coping mechanism to not go through the world angry, it’s this acceptance and respect of other people’s beliefs. I fucking hate that so much. If your belief is hateful towards towards people, I don’t respect it. I couldn’t… I hate it. I hate that belief. I’ve had a lot of gay friends in High School, and I saw very quickly that very seed of an idea growing into a kid, someone, choking them, or someone driving by yelling ‘faggot’ to them as they’re walking down the street with their boyfriend. And I don’t think it’s time to sit down and be like: “let’s sit across the aisle, and let’s talk.” You know, maybe it’s just the young, aggressive person in me, but I don’t feel like being patient with them. I feel like being like: Kids are dying, I don’t give a shit what you think, this isn’t a matter of “put it up to a vote and see what the system does.” It’s like, no, the smart people in power need to sort of understand what’s being said here. And I don’t give a shit what a book says.”

Sure, I’m sad, but I’m not looking to soothe that sadness by replacing it with a new relationship. Women are allowed to be sad, and they’re allowed to be single, and they don’t need to hear that one day a man is going to make it all go away by telling her she is good enough again. She’s good enough as she is.

I don’t think MTV’s audience is dumb. I don’t think young people in general are dumb or stupid or shallow. I love my generation. I really do. I believe that the “internet generation” (or “cyber generation” if you want to sound even lamer) is very misunderstood and underestimated. What many older people dismiss as my generation’s short attention spans, I see as young people hunger for density, demanding that every second of material that you give them is worthy of their time. This challenge, though daunting, is a good thing. It pushes art forward.

Tomorrow comes and it’s still today. Tomorrow is a relative term; we’re not getting there.

The books you think I wrote are way too thick. Who needs a thousand metaphors to figure out you shouldn’t be a dick?