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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.

I'm A Poet,' The Young Man Said, 'and It's My Job To Remember The Sadness Of Things.

Keep It Simple. Trust Your Imagination. Discover What Is Unique About Your Imagination. Don't Simply Read A Story And Copy It. I Go Into Myself. Then I Transcribe What Visions I Have. If Those Ideas Are Original, And You Are Devoted, You Will Go Far.

Journey To The End Of Day, Come The Fire-fly, Come The Moon; Say A Prayer For God's Good Grace And Sleep With Lore Upon Your Face.

She Had Opened A Door... And Now She Was Walking With Demons. And At The End Of Her Travels, She Would Have Her Revenge... Pain Had Made A Sadist Of Her.