If I Had A Soul

The Best Thing About Being Famous Is That It Makes It Easier To Get Laid.

Sanity - A Trick Of Agreement

You Say What You Want To Say When You Don't Care Who's Listening. If You're Grasping To Get Your Own Voice, You're Making A Strained Attempt To Talk, So It's A Matter Of Just Listening To Yourself As You Sound When You're Talking About Something That's Intensely Important To You.

No Monster Vibration, No Snake Universe Hallucinations. Many Tiny Jeweled Violet Flowers Along The Path Of A Living Brook That Looked Like Blake's Illustration For A Canal In Grassy Eden: Huge Pacific Watery Shore, Orlovsky Dancing Naked Like Shiva Long-haired Before Giant Green Waves, Titanic Cliffs That Wordsworth Mentioned In His Own Sublime, Great Yellow Sun Veiled With Mist Hanging Over The Planet's Oceanic Horizon. No Harm.

The Apparition Of An Evil, Sick Unconscious Wild City Rose Before Me In Visible Semblance, And About The Dead Buildings In The Barren Air, The Bodies Of The Soul That Built The Wonderland Shuffled And Stalked And Stalked And Lurched In Attitudes Of Immemorial Nightmare All Around.