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I've Solved The Mystery: You Have To Submit Silently. Open Up, Let Go. Let Anything Penetrate You, Even The Most Painful Things. Endure. Bear Up. That's The Magic Key! The Text Comes By Itself, And Its Meaning Shakes The Soul. You Mustn't Let Scar Tissue Form On Your Wounds; You Have To Keep Ripping Them Open In Order To Turn Your Insides Into A Marvelous Instrument That Is Capable Of Anything. All This Has Its Price.

The Street Kid In Me Says, "grab The Money And Run - Who Cares Who It's From! Don't Think About Whatever You Have To Do For It Or When You Have To Do It!

The Flamenco Of The Gypsy Has Nothing To Do With The Flamenco For Tourists. Real Flamenco Is Like Sex.

Whenever I Was With A Woman, I Always Sort Of Want Another One. So There Was Always Another One. I Can't Explain This, But It Means That These Women, They Were Not Sharing My Solitude.

It Is True What Rimbaud Said; If You Think A Book Is Strong Enough, Try It At The Ocean, In The Wind, At The Waves. If The Book Can Resist The Ocean, Then It Exists. Otherwise, Throw It Away.