I Write Because

I write because the sun comes up in the morning and with it my male member, which causes me to rise and make a quick trip to the bathroom. I write because there are facts to reveal, things to describe, stories to tell, and in general things to say about the world that I may want someone to read. I write because something inside me demands that I write, something called infinite space that lies stretched out in front of me that I must fill with something derived from immediate experience and the more primitive collective unconscious. I write because it is dangerous and could cost me my very existence. I write because I love to write.