First Of All, Writing At Best -

It's All Up To You, Girls. You Have To Be Strong. These Are The Days Of Post-women's Liberation. You Have Grown Up By Now And You Have To Take Care Of Yourself. No One's Going To Help You.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

I'm What Happens After Death, Which Is Writing.

I Might Be Writing What People Expect Me To Write, Writing From That Place Where I Might Be Ruled By Economic Considerations. To Overcome That, I Started Working With My Dreams, Because Im Not So Censored When I Use Dream Material.

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