All Is Well, Practice Kindness,

Eager For Bread And Love.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

There Is A Blessedness Surely To Be Believed, And That Is That Everything Abides In Eternal Ecstasy, Now And Forever.

It's Good-bye. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies

I Could Hear Dean, Blissful And Blabbering And Frantically Rocking. Only A Guy Who's Spent Five Years In Jail Can Go To Such Maniacal Helpless Extremes; Beseeching At The Portals Of The Soft Source, Mad With A Completely Phsycial Realization Of The Origins Of Life-bliss; Blindly Seeking To Return The Way He Came