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Mother influences my thinking, anything she is for, I'm against. It really keeps it simple. It wasn't always like that of course, but one day I had an epihany while on the road in the land where the Pharaoh died, and since then I have stepped out here on the perimeter where there are no stars and we are stone immaculate. Its like listening to some kind of new language that is soft driving, slow and mad where the Negros live in forests, wear brightly coloured feathers and tell you to come live with them in forests of azure...Mother calls it mean and rueful of the western dream of middle class existence but I call it heavenly in its brillance.