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And after all the parties and the reunions and those funerals and everything, I remembered that we had buried a time capsule. We were already old friends when we had the plan; fill a sealed box with our secrets and bury it. I think the idea was to dig it up when all our secrets had become aged and meaningless and didn't hurt and couldn't break anything. Life is a seedy, dirty, nasty thing, but it has to be covered. (My life is pretty much covered with accidents, disasters, mistakes; all small, all inconsequential.) I buried my secrets. My life was, you know, great and interesting and everything. And awful and unbelievable and terrible.

Reissue: Living processes incessantly seek the enjoyment of their own sensorium, the unblocked expression of their vitality, the radiance of their health, the venting of their strenght, the overcoming of resistances, and the amplification of their self feeling. Life in each and every one of it's infinite manifestations carries within it a will to fulfillment, a will to expansion, a will to deeper, fuller being. Many words are possible and perhaps necessary to describe this indescribable tropism at the heart of life. The will to power,includes but exceeds the will to self-preservation. For it seeks not only the continuance of life, but more l

Too hard on the breaks again what if these breaks just give in? what if they don't get out of the way? what if there's someone overtaking? i'm going out for a little drive it could be the last time you see me alive there could be an idiot on the road the only kick in life is pumping his steel they wrap me up in the back of the trunk packed with foam and blind drunk they won't ever take me alive cause they all drive killer cars don't die on the motorway the moon would freeze the plants would die i couldn't cope if you crashed today all the things i forgot to say i'm going out for a little drive could be the last time you