It’s A Rare Man Who Is Taken

Avicenna California...museum Of My Twisted Youth, Vault Of My Dearest And Most Disgusting Memories.

I Know How To Live Here, I Know How Everything Smells, And Tastes, And Is. What Could I Ever Search For In The World, Except This Again?

They Know These Mornings Well And Love Them Desperately Because They Cannot Last - These People Who Know That Nothing Lasts.

The Tune Was Wailing And Mournful, Almost Flagrantly So, And The Total Effect Was Of A Heartbroken Piccolo Being Parted Forever From Its Bagpipe Lover.

There's A Phrase, "sitzfleisch", Which Means Just Plain Sitting On Your Ass And Getting It Done. Just Showing Up For Work. My Uncle Raphael Was A Painter, And He Used To Say, "if The Muse Is Late For Work, Start Without Her". You Have To Be There. You Have To Be There, And Do It, And Grind It Out, Even When It Is Grinding And You Know You're Probably Going To Rewrite All This Tomorrow.