I'm Not Aware That I Was Consciously

But A Myth, To Speak Plainly, To Me Is Like A Menu In A Fancy French Restaurant: Glamorous, Complicated Camouflage For A Fact You Wouldn't Otherwise Swallow, Like Maybe Lima Beans.

I Lived In Georgetown In The Late 70s About Four Houses Down From The Steps.

And The Sad Truth Is That Nobody Wants Me To Write Comedy. The Exorcist Not Only Ended That Career, It Expunged All Memory Of Its Existence.

We Mourn The Blossoms Of May Because They Are To Whither; But We Know That May Is One Day To Have Its Revenge Upon November, By The Revolution Of That Solemn Circle Which Never Stops - Which Teaches Us In Our Height Of Hope, Ever To Be Sober, And In Our Depth Of Desolation, Never To Despair.

When The Filter Is Weakened By A Powerful Drug, What We See Is Not Delusion But The Truth.