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I Am But One More Drop In The Great Sea Of Matter, Defined, With The Ability To Realize My Existence.

If The Body Is A Temple, Then Tattoos Are Its Stained Glass Windows.

Pretty Soon, The Only Doubt In My Mind Was The Precise Time And Method Of Committing Suicide. The Only Alternative I Could See Was An Eternity Of Hell For The Rest Of My Life In A Mental Hospital, And I Was Going To Use My Last Ounce Of Free Choice And Choose A Quick Clean Ending.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.

Miracles Occur, If You Dare To Call Those Spasmodic Tricks Of Radiance Miracles. The Wait's Begun Again, The Long Wait For The Angel, For That Rare, Random Descent.