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In The Stutter-flashes Of Light, The Clouds Look Like Huge Transparent Brains Filled With Bad Thoughts.

Strong Delusions Travel Like Cold Germs On A Sneeze.

Each Life Makes Its Own Immitation Of Immortality.

I Can Remember Being Home From School With Tonsillitis And Writing Stories In Bed To Pass The Time.

For A Woman A Man Will Do Many Things That He'd Turn His Back On In An Instant When Alone; Things He'd Back Away From, Nine Times Out Of Ten, Even When Drunk Adn With A Bunch Of His Friends Egging Him On.