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Something Can Only Become An Illusion After Disillusionment. Before That, It Is Something Real. What Caused The Disillusionment? No One Told Me The Print On The Wall Was Just Ink And Paper And Had No Life Of Its Own. At Some Point The Cat Stopped Blinking, And I Stopped Thinking It Could.

Playing And Fun Are Not The Same Thing, Though When We Grow Up We May Forget That And Find Ourselves Mixing Up Playing With Happiness. There Can Be A Kind Of Amnesia About The Seriousness Of Playing, Especially When We Played By Ourselves.

What If She Stepped On A Needle And It Went Right Into Her Foot And Roberta Would Not Feel It And The Needle Would Rise And Rise And Rise Through The Veins Leading Up To The Heart And Then The Needle Would Stab Her In The Heart And Roberta Would Die And It Would Be Very Painful This According To Nurse Mother A Medical Expert On Freaky Ways To Croak... The Mother Shouted That She Knew Several People Who Died From The Rising Stab Of The Unfelt Needle Or Rsun She Has Seen Cases Of It Many Times And Not One Person Has Survived It.

I Do Dumb Stuff, Like Playing My Favorite Dumb Barry White Song And Lip-synching Into The Mirror So It Looks Like His Voice Is Coming Out Of My Mouth.

The Radio Was On And That Was The First Time I Heard That Song, The One I Hate. Whenever I Hear It All I Can Think Of Is That Very Day Riding In The Front Seat With Lucy Leaning Against Me And The Smell Of Juicy Fruit Making Me Want To Throw Up. How Can A Song Do That? Be Like A Net That Catches A Whole Entire Day, Even A Day Whose Guts You Hate? You Hear It And All Of A Sudden Everything Comes Hanging Back In Front Of You, All Tangled Up In That Music.