Pain Or Love Or Danger

Stick At It Like A Benni Addict

All I Wanted And All Neal Wanted And All Anybody Wanted Was Some Kind Of Penetration Into The Heart Of Things Where, Like In A Womb, We Could Curl Up And Sleep The Ecstatic Sleep That Burroughs Was Experiencing With A Good Big Mainline Shot Of M. And Advertising Executives In Ny Were Experiencing With Twelve Scotch & Sodas In Stouffers Before They Made The Drunkard's Train To Westchester---but Without Hangovers.

I'm Right There, Swimming The River Of Hardships But I Know How To Swim.

I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except My Own Confusion.

There Was Nothing To Talk About Anymore. The Only Thing To Do Was Go.