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How Can You Put Out A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper? No Dramatic Art Form Should Be Dictated And Controlled By Men Whose Training And Instincts Are Cut Of An Entirely Different Cloth. The Fact Remains That These Gentlemen Sell Consumer Goods, Not An Art Form.

Just Drawing Back And Drawing In; Becoming Narcissistic.

There Are Millions Of Ways To Not Be Writing. You Say You're Not In The Mood, You'll Pick It Up Tomorrow.

I Guess Requiem For A Heavyweight As Old As It Is Was As Honest A Piece As I've Ever Done.

Imagination... Its Limits Are Only Those Of The Mind Itself.