Maybe When I Get In

Most People's Deaths Are A Sham. There's Nothing Left To Die.

There May Not Be A Hell, But Those Who Judge May Create One. I Think People Are Over-taught. They Are Over-taught Everything. You Have To Find Out By What Happens To You, How You Will React. I'll Have To Use A Strange Term Here... "good." I Don't Know Where It Comes From, But I Feel That There's An Ultimate Strain Of Goodness Born In Each Of Us. I Don't Believe In God, But I Believe In This "goodness" Like A Tube Running Through Our Bodies. It Can Be Nurtured. It's Always Magic, When On A Freeway Packed With Traffic, A Stranger Makes Room For You To Change Lanes... It Gives You Hope.

I'll Get Back To The Whores And The Horses And The Booze, While There's Time.

I Was Born To Hustle Roses Down The Avenue Of The Dead.

I Am Going To Start Selling Air In Dark Orange Bags Marked: Moon-blooms