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Left Wing, Right Wing, I Am Wingless And Tired Of Trying To Fly. Here Comes The Ground.

I'm Not Fundamentally A Writer. I Know Writers, And I Have A Tremendous Amount Of Respect For Them. It Bothers Me That No Matter How Well I Do It, It's Not Really My Format.

I'm Not Completely Sure We Aren't All Living In A Hallucination Now.

There Are A Lot Of Things That I'm Allowing Myself To Be, But It's A Conscious Effort To Experience Contentment For Me. My Brain Doesn't Do That Naturally. I'm Very Overwhelmed All Of The Time.

Have You Ever Had One Of Those Moments When You Look Up And Realize That You're One Of Those People You See On The Train Talking To Themselves?