I'd Rather Be Thin Than

I Was A Man Of The Earth, Precisely As I Had Dreamed I Would Be.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

It All Ends In Tears Anyway.

Ah, It Was A Fine Night, A Warm Night, A Wine-drinking Night, A Moony Night, And A Night To Hug Your Girl And Talk And Spit And Be Heavengoing.

I Came To A Point Where I Needed Solitude And Just Stop The Machine Of ‘thinking’ And ‘enjoying’ What They Call ‘living’, I Just Wanted To Lie In The Grass And Look At The Clouds.