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I Leaned In Toward Her, Suddenly Overwhelmed With The Feeling That We Must Kiss.

This Was The First Time In My Life That So Many Things Would Never Happen Again.

According To Maslow, I Was Stuck On The Second Level Of The Pyramid, Unable To Feel Secure In My Health And Therefore Unable To Reach For Love And Respect And Art And Whatever Else, Which Is, Utter Horseshit: The Urge To Make Art Or Contemplate Philosophy Does Not Go Away When You Are Sick. Those Urges Just Become Transfigured By Illness. Maslow's Pyramid Seemed To Imply I Was Less Human Than Other People, And Most People Seemed To Agree With Him.

I Would Always Love Alaska Young, My Crooked Neighbor, With All My Crooked Heart.

She Fell Apart Because That's What Happens.