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I Knew Words Were Like Chains, They Held Me Back . . . The Act Of Description Taints The Description.

Baseball And Cricket Are Beautiful And Highly Stylized Medieval War Substitutes, Chess Made Flesh, A Mixture Of Proud Chivalry And Base-in Both Senses-greed.

Alive. Alive In The Way That Death Is Alive.

Always We Try To Put The Wild In A Cage.

I Love Making, I Love Doing. I Love Being To The Full, I Love Everything Which Is Not Sitting And Watching And Copying And Dead At Heart.