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Don't Wait Until You're 'in The Mood.' Get Into The Mood By Writing.

Faith Is Only A Word, Embroidered.

The Best Way Of Keeping A Secret Is To Pretend There Isn't One.

But My Dreaming Self Refuses To Be Consoled. It Continues To Wander, Aimless, Homeless, Alone. It Cannot Be Convinced Of Its Safety By Any Evidence Drawn From My Waking Life.

I'm With The Spirit Of Earth-day-yet-to-come. Nobody Can Really Predict The Future, All You Can Do Is Look At Trends, And That Could Change At Any Moment.