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It Is Good To Be Sitting Some Place In Public At 2:30 In The Afternoon Without Getting The Flesh Ripped From Your Bones.

It Was Like Any Other Relationship, There Was Jealousy On Both Sides, There Were Split-ups And Reconciliations. There Were Also Fragmented Moments Of Great Peace And Beauty. I Often Tried To Get Away From Her And She Tried To Get Away From Me But It Was Difficult: Cupid, In His Strange Way, Was Really There.

The Less I Needed, The Better I Felt.

When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn’t Have You By The Throat.

Knowledge Without Follow-through Is Worse Than No Knowledge.