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Me And Norman Mailer Have Talked About How Hard It Is In America To Get Better. Especially At Writing.

The Republican Consciousness Has No Integrity And It Falls Apart Once You Check It Out. If You're A Christian, Why Would You Want To Fry This Dude?

Because He Knows You Have To Laugh At The Things That Hurt You Just To Keep Yourself In Balance, Just To Keep The World From Running You Plumb Crazy. He Knows There's A Painful Side; He Knows My Thumb Smarts And His Girlfriend Has A Bruised Breast And The Doctor Is Losing His Glasses, But He Won't Let The Pain Blot Out The Humor No More'n He'll Let The Humor Blot Out The Pain.

This World Belongs To The Strong, My Friend! The Ritual Of Our Existence Is Based On The Strong Getting Stronger By Devouring The Weak. We Must Face Up To This. No More Than Right That It Should Be This Way. We Must Learn To Accept It As A Law Of The Natural World. The Rabbits Accept Their Role In The Ritual And Recognize The Wolf As The Strong. In Defense, The Rabbit Becomes Sly And Frightened And Elusive And He Digs Holes And Hides When The Wolf Is About. And He Endures, He Goes On. He Knows His Place. He Most Certainly Doesn't Challenge The Wolf To Combat. Now, Would That Be Wise? Would It?

Turns Me On So Loud It's Like No Sound, Everybody Yelling At Me Hands Over Their Ears From Behind A Glass Wall, Faces Working Around In Talk Circles But No Sound From The Mouths. My Sound Soaks Up All Other Sound.