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October 29th, 1973
Imagine having Peter Pan and Humphrey Bogart in the same room.
Sometimes I am so very much all alone that I create cardboard Gods and Goddesses to come and fetch me
and love me
When Richard refuses to act like one of my Gods– it hurts me.
I feel pain.
He didn’t have to close that door
It shattered through all this silence.
My gods are not real.
And were they real, I should hate them.