The Writer Is By Nature

I Have Never Gone To A Doctor In My Adult Life, Feeling Instinctively That Doctors Meant Either Cutting Or, Just As Bad, Diet.

While Time, The Endless Idiot, Runs Screaming Round The World.

The Seed Of The Idea Is Developed By Both Labor And The Unconscious, And The Struggle That Goes On Between Them.

But All The Time-no Matter What She Was Doing-there Was Music.

That Was The Best Of All. To Speak The Truth And Be Attended.