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Wet from the rain I live in this weird limbo between lives. I write to the spirits and the Masons and I search for my cure for schizophrenia. As I search for my way back to the film industry. Sometimes I think I should conclude my ongoing chat-with the -dead and just go back to the film industry and never speak out loud. But something has to come out of Little Nemo on H.b.o. One way or another says my Universalist self.