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In my dream last night I found myself in a long, rectangular room inside a high rise hotel-cum-hospital with a neat row of windows running along the outer wall. There were thick mattresses flush to the walls and windows, filling the room perfectly. I crawled across the mattresses and ventured through the dark room, curving my neck to watch the ( Read more... )

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"I have always lived my life in the profession of being."
- Quentin Crisp"There was even a sense in which I welcomed the animosity of the public. It seemed to demonstrate the necessity of my continuing to hammer away at them. The coldness with which I was received by my fellow-guests at small gatherings of the faithless was wounding in the ( Read more... )

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