It's not only the word roses lurking inside neurosis or the fact that most of my formal education occurred in the midwest, so too my summer job inhaling industrial reactants should be considered. Its an unstable world, babe. Always an inner avalanche as they say in receiving. I'm sure if I'd gotten a shot of Karl instead of Zeppo Marx in utero, things would have turned out differently. Instead, my mother went right on eating lobster. But where were we? . . .
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11/23/2009 3:49:52 AM. #.26# You Are Here:
From "This Living Hand" by Dean Young