One day I'll just pack up and leave, put all my money in thick rolls, in my socks, move to a shotgun apartment in Paris. Only sleep when I'm tired only eat when I'm hungry never shave, except for my head, wash my clothes in the sink. I will be insane, I will do what I can no one will know if I'm a woman or a man. I will not take any shit I will be happy I will be clean and my heart will be clean and my mind will be clean of all past grieviances. And in the silver rays of moonlight, I will write until amnesia forces me to forget, all slights towards me, all pain. Then I will come back here and, live for all time, drink expensive wine, becoming rich off my brilliance and be happy. (c) 1999 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved