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This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.

Life, The Permission To Know Death.

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.

No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into.

Suffering For Love Is How I Have Learned Practically Everything I Know, Love Of Grandmother Up And On.