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All Good Writing Is Built One Good Line At A Time. You Build A Novel The Same Way You Do A Pyramid. One Word, One Stone At A Time, Underneath A Full Moon While The Fingers Bleed.

Like I'm Dragging Bundles Of Old Clothes? I'm Carrying Artifacts That Breathe Fire. I'm Talking About A Language Of Smoke. These Are Three-dimensional Creatures That Can Mate. I'd No More Leave Them Go By The Side Of The Trail Than I Would My Child. I'll Carry Them Until Someone Amputates My Arms.

The Peruvian Flute Music Is . . . Cool. In This Music, They Have Not Yet Invented The Industrial Revolution That Leads To Excessive Punctuality Or The Failed Experiment They Call The Nuclear Family. This Is The Music Of Elements, Untarnished, Unrehearsed.

I Believed In Immaculate Conception And Spontaneous Combustion. I Believed In Aliens From Outer Space And Vampires, Prophecy, And The Resurrection Of The Dead. I Had Deja Vu Many Times Each Day. I Was Thirteen.

As A Citizen Of The Post-historical Variety, I Am In Continual Mourning And Prepared For Worse.