I Feel That I Speak The Musical

No. You Can't. And I Can't Do Anything Either, About My Life, To Change It, Make It Better, Make Me Feel Better About It. Like It Better, Make It Work. But I Can Stop It. Shut It Down, Turn It Off Like The Radio When There's Nothing On I Want To Listen To. It's All I Really Have That Belongs To Me And I'm Going To Say What Happens To It. And It's Going To Stop. And I'm Going To Stop It. So. Let's Just Have A Good Time.

During The Day, Our Souls Gather Their ... Impressions Of Us, How Our Lives Feel. ... Our Spirits Collect These Impressions, Keep Them Together, Like Wisps Of Smoke In A Bag. Then, When We're Asleep, Our Brains Open Up These Bags Of Smoke ... And Take A Look.

If I Had Not Had Music In My Life, I Would Be The Neurasthenic Vision Of The Playwright.

There Is No Point In Trying To Remember Your Dreams ... There Is Only The Unspeakable Joy Of Eavesdropping On Your Spirit, Catching Tiny Glimpses Of Its Independent Life, Resting For A Moment In Its Wisdom, Puzzling, Laughing Sometimes, Over What It's Up To, What It Makes Of You.

Write About The Thing That Frightens You Most.