Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where

How Many Years Can Some People Exist Before They're Allowed To Be Free.

Nobody Has Ever Taught You How To Live On The Street.

Ah, Current Music. What Would That Be? Ah, Really, A Lot Of It Sounds Defective To Me. It Makes Me Restless.

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.