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I Wouldn't Waste A Day, Not An Hour, Not A Moment. Take What You Want And Damn Caution. Live, Enjoy. Feed Ravenously. Or The Biggest Regret You'll Have At The End Of Your Life Is Wasted Time.

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

There Was Nothing Like A Saturday - Unless It Was The Saturday Leading Up To The Last Week Of School And Into Summer Vacation. That Of Course Was All The Saturdays Of Your Life Rolled Into One Big Shiny Ball.

Potholes And Bumps? Welcome To The World. Every Road Gas Them. They're There To Be Navigated, Avoided, Driven Over, Or Through To The Other Side. Don't Keep Driving Into The Pothole.