I'm Not A Beatnik. I'm

You Can't Live In This World But There's Nowhere Else To Go.

Absolutely No Way To Escape Enigmans.

Don't Tell Them Too Much About Your Soul. They're Waiting For Just That.

At Night In This Part Of The West The Stars, As I Had Seen Them In Wyoming, Were As Big As Roman Candles And As Lonely As The Prince Who's Lost His Ancestral Home And Journeys Across The Spaces Trying To Find It Again, And Knows He Never Will.

I Wish The Whole World Was Dead Serious About Food Instead Of Silly Rockets And Machines And Explosives Using Everybody's Food Money To Blow Their Heads Off Anyway.