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My Art School Rejection Letter Arrived As A Cold Manila Fist That Closed Around My Fragile Hopes ... The Fear Was Practically Edible. Nothing Would Happen Unless I Get Out And Make It Happen. Then, As If Handling Me The Keys To The Jet Pack, My Dad Bought Me A Typewriter And A Taped Message To The Inside Of Its Case: "son - The World Is Waiting To Hear From You".

Oh, Yes! Fill The Churches With Dirty Thoughts! Introduce Honesty To The White House! Write Letters In Dead Languages To People You've Never Met! Paint Filthy Words On The Foreheads Of Children! Burn Your Credit Cards And Wear High Heels! Asylum Doors Stand Open! Fill The Suburbs With Murder And Rape! Divine Madness! Let There Be Ecstasy, Ecstasy In The Streets! Laugh And The World Laughs With You!

I Will Rise From The Darkness, Shining Like The Morning Star. Illuminated Woman Am I.

It's So Horrible To Realize You're Just The Same As Everyone Else, Isn't It?

Sometimes... Sometimes I Think The Asylum Is A Head. We're Inside A Huge Head That Dreams Us All Into Being. Perhaps It's Your Head, Batman. Arkham Is A Looking Glass... And We Are You.