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I Run Blindly Through The Madhouse ... And I Cannot Even Pray ... For I Have No God.

I've Always Felt I Had More In Common With The Modernist Approach Than With Postmodernism, But I Can See Where The Connection Might Arise - And To Be Honest, I'm No Academic, So I Tend To Use These Words, Like In Alice In Wonderland, To Mean What I Want Them To Mean Rather Than What They Actually Do Mean.

I Don't Ignore Continuity, And Try My Best To Stick As Closely To The Current Status Quo As Possible, But It's Not My Primary Concern When I Start A Story.

Whatever You Do, Make Sure You Go Right To The Top, Because You Sure As Hell Can't Piss Upwards On People.

My Art School Rejection Letter Arrived As A Cold Manila Fist That Closed Around My Fragile Hopes ... The Fear Was Practically Edible. Nothing Would Happen Unless I Get Out And Make It Happen. Then, As If Handling Me The Keys To The Jet Pack, My Dad Bought Me A Typewriter And A Taped Message To The Inside Of Its Case: "son - The World Is Waiting To Hear From You".