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Obviously, I Believe That To Pursue The American Dream Is Not Only Futile But Self-destructive Because Ultimately It Destroys Everything And Everyone Involved With It. By Definition It Must, Because It Nurtures Everything Except Those Things That Are Important: Integrity, Ethics, Truth, Our Very Heart And Soul. Why? The Reason Is Simple: Because Life/life Is Giving, Not Getting.

I Have Rituals For Cleaning Out Resentments, Disappointments, Heartbreak, Depression And For Work. One Of The Things I Do Is Go Over Old Stuff If I Have Been Unable To Write For A While.

Sometimes It Seems To Stand Still. Like You’re In A Bag And You Can’t Get Out And Somebody’s Always Telling You That It Will Get Better With Time And Time Just Seems To Stand Still And Laugh At You And Your Pain.

However They May Have Felt When They Left They Were Now Committed, They Had Passed The Point Of No Return.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.