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Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

It Is All Right You're Saying You Do Not Need Other People, But There Are A Lot Of People Who Need You.

I Am Pregnant With Song. My Body Aches But Do Not Betray Me. I Will Sing Songs And Hide Them Away. I Will Tear Them Into Bits And Throw Them In The Street. The Streets Of My City Are Full Of Dark Holes. I Will Hide My Songs In The Holes Of The Streets.

Wait And Wait. Most People's Lives Are Spent Waiting.

Wait And Wait. Most People's Lives Are Spent Waiting.