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You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

I Prefer Christmas, Which Is Everybody's Holiday. It's Just My Nature. I Don't Like To Be Zeroed In On En Masse.

At The Point Where I'm Trying To Force Something And It's Not Happening, And I'm Getting Frustrated With, Say, Writing A Poem, I Can Go And Pick Up The Brushes And Start Painting. At The Point Where The Painting Seems To Not Be Going Anywhere, I Go And Pick Up The Guitar.

Because I'm So Busy And Because I Think Of Myself As A Painter, I Desperately Guard The Time That I Have To Paint. And Sometimes I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.

You Know That It Never Has Been Easy Whether You Do Or Do Not Resign Whether You Travel The Breadth Of The Extremities Or Stick To Some Straighter Line.