Get In, Get Out. Don't Linger. Go

You're...writing For Other Writers To An Extent-the Dead Writers Whose Work You Admire, As Well As The Living Writers You Like To Read.

All Of Us, All Of Us, All Of Us Trying To Save Our Immortal Souls, Some Ways Seemingly More Round About And Mysterious Than Others. We Are Having A Good Time Here. But Hope All Will Be Revealed Soon.

There Is No Answer. It's Okay. But Even If It Wasn't Okay, What Am I Supposed To Do?

And What Did You Want? To Call Myself Beloved, To Feel Myself Beloved On The Earth.

You've Got To Work With Your Mistakes Until They Look Intended. Understand?