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To Have [adam's Cohen] Microscopic Attention To My Work Was Really A Great Privilege.

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.

It’s A Pity If Someone… Has To Console Himself For The Wreck Of His Days With The Notion That Somehow His Voice, His Work Embodies The Deepest, Most Obscure, Freshest, Rawest Oyster Of Reality In The Unfathomable Refrigerator Of The Heart’s Ocean, But I Am Such A One, And There You Have It.

How Can I Begin Anything New With All Of Yesterday In Me?

My Sense Of Proprietorship Has Been So Weak That Actually I Didn't Pay Attention And I Lost The Copyrights On A Lot Of The Songs.