When The Music Is Over, She Keeps

I've Never Done Acid, Finding It Hard To Go Willingly To A Place That Could Be Frightening, Hellish, And Totally Beyond My Control. A Place Much Like High School.

Because You Can't Keep Up The Illusion Forever," I Say. "no One Has That Much Magic.

I Had A Friend Who Said, "you Don't Have An Internal Critic. You Have An Internal Sadist."

In Every End, There Is Also A Beginning.

Beneath The Skin, There Is Fear. Pain. Remorse. Yearning. Desire. A Fierce Longing For Power. All Of This. We Are Joined. It Is As If We Live In The Center Of A Great Storm. Around Us The World Of The Realms Revolves Like A Giant Kaleidoscope, Images Refracted Again And Again. So Many Worlds! So Much To Know.