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I Sleep During The Day. I Still Dream About Drinking And Drugs. Sometimes I Wake To A Hang-over, Sometimes I Wake To A Trickle Of Blood From My Nose, Sometimes I Wake Scared And Shaking. I Read, Go To Museums And Visit Lilly In The Afternoon. Sometimes I Read To Her, Sometimes I Talk To Her, Sometimes I Just Sit And Remember The Times, Remember The Times, Remember The Times." (james Frey, Pg.119)

I Want As Much Time In The Darkness As I Can Possibly Have. The Darkness Provides Cover, The Darkness Provides Places To Hide And The Darkness Provides Comfort. Darkness Usually Comes Around Dinner, But Dinner Would Be Too Obvious.

...we Got This Gift Of Life And We Got It One Time And We Gonna Get Hurt In It And Be Hurt Going Through It And The Only Thing That'll Make That Hurt Better Or Hurt Less Is Love.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

I Think As An Artist Or A Writer It's Ok To Want To Control Your Own Work.