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I Was A Weird Little Kid. I Was Very Irritable, Bored, Frustrated. I Felt My Imagination Bubbling Inside My Head Without Having Any Way To Express Itself. Given A Crayon And Paper, I Would Not Draw A Train Or A House. I Would Draw These Monsters, Beasts And Demons.

Perhaps Sunlight Had Always Been Luminous, And Doorways Signs Of Greater Passage Than That Of One Room To Another. But She’d Not Noticed It Until Now.

‎"magic Is The First And Last Religion Of The World. It Has The Power To Make Us Whole, To Open Our Eyes To The Dominions And Return Us To Ourselves. Everything That Isn't Us Is Also Ourselves. We're Joined To Everything That Was, Is And Will Be. From One End Of The Imajica To Another. From The Tiniest Mote Dancing Over This Flame To The Godhead Itself.

I Haven't Even Had A Life I Could Call My Own, And You're Ready To Slot Me Into The Grand Design. Well, I Don't Think I Want To Go. I Want To Be My Own Design.

You Have To Taste The Sour Urine Before You Break The Jug.