That We Have Some History Together That

[i]t May Be That A Crowd At A Particular Moment Of History Creates The Object To Justify Its Gathering.

Happened As I Listened: I Felt Pain. Not In My Head, Not In My Arm, Not In My Leg; Everywhere At Once. I Told Myself There Was No Difference Between Being “inside” And Being “outside,” That It All Came Down To X’s And O’s That Could Be Acquired In Any Number Of Different Ways, But The Pain Increased To A Point Where I Thought I Might Collapse, And I Limped Away.

Rich Children Are Always Blond, Jocelyn Goes. It Has To Do With Vitamins.

That Adage About 'write What You Know' Is Basically The Opposite Of The Way I Function. I Write About What I'm Curious To Find Out.

It's Finished. Everything Went Past, Without Me.