You Don't Have To Die In Order

I've Always Felt That Life Is A Novel, And Part Of It Is Written For You, And Part Of It Is Written By You. It's Up To You To Write The Ending, Ultimately.

My Brother Was A Great Audience, And If He Liked The Picture, He Would Laugh And Laugh And Laugh, And He Would Want To Keep The Picture. Making People Laugh With An Image I Had Created... What Power That Was!

But Even Though All This Was Going On At Home, If Someone Had Tried To Take Me Away And Put Me In A Children's Home, I Couldn't Have Handled It. Even Though My Mother Was Very Brutal, It Was My Home.

On A Lazy Saturday Morning When You're Lying In Bed, Drifting In And Out Of Sleep, There Is A Space Where Fantasy And Reality Become One. Are You Awake, Or Are You Dreaming? You See People And Things; Some Are Familiar; Some Are Strange. You Talk, You Feel, But You Move Without Walking; You Fly Without Wings. Your Mind And Your Body Exist, But On Separate Planes. Time Stands Still. For Me, This Is The Feeling I Have When Ideas Come.

Sure, I've Had Some Bad Times, But Everybody Does. But People Don't Get To Talk About Them Like I Do, Unless They Do To A Therapist. People Don't Get To Put Them In The Paper Like I Do.