Comrades I sit here with this vigor of communing through my own organized facts and feelings to any figures who care to listen.

Can't you assess my sincerity when I tell you I wish to be a writer ??
Seeing as that I've crashed 'n' burned with two of my lecture-learnin' divisions don't you support my priority of developing into a qualified dramatist ??
Do you remember when I saw the light and picked up the LIFE-LONG GOAL of completing a full novel while I'm breathing ??
I sat up in my bedroom during the refractory hours of my masturbatory habit and pouring myself onto pages when I had the Calling.
Something I'll do before I'm gone forever .
An objet d'art speaking of myself eternally. . 
Relics and Remains from the life of Jeffrey Marquis .
I express a lack of veneration at those who " CREATE " not a thing from personal passion or speaking from the psyche. I admire design.
Conception.  Invention.  Inspiration.  Formation from contemplation.  A lot from scratch.  Something tangible out of not-anything.

This is it .

Did you know I speak with God each and every single night as I catch a few 'z' s on a comfy bed with this splendid existence ??
You could view this as bragging but I'm telling you this zest I embody, inherently promoting self-applause and confidence , is exactly that—a realization I'm capable of so much—even with a permanent limp and goofy eyesight—so don't you dare rain on my parade or serve as a wet blanket when I announce :

IT FEELS SO FUCKING GREAT TO BE HERE !!