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I Had To Write About Realistic Circumstances. Thats The Way My Brain Works. And I Think That Gave Me A Sort Of Place In The Field.

Each Memory Was Brought To Life Before Me And Within Me. I Could Not Avoid Them. Neither Could I Rationalize, Explain Away. I Could Only Re-experience With Total Cognizance, Unprotected By Pretense. Self Delusion Was Impossible, Truth Exposed In This Blinding Light. Nothing As I Thought It Had Been. Nothing As I Hoped It Had Been. Only As It Had Been.

That's What Was Wrong With Drinking Too Much. You Became Immune To Drunken Delights. There Was No Solace In Liquor. Before You Got Happy, You Collapsed.

Quiet Is Here And All In Me. ("dress Of White Silk")

How Quickly One Accepts The Incredible If Only One Sees It Enough.