Presumably, If You See Spirit

The Soul Is Innocent And Immortal, It Should Never Die Ungodly In An Armed Madhouse.

That's What The Shaman Said. He Didn't Know What He Was Up Against. He Didn't Expect The Strength And Weight And Evil Intensity Of This Spirit, This "entity," As He Called It. The Same Way The Priest In An Exorcism Has To Take On The Spirit.

I Really Would Like To Stop Working Forever–never Work Again, Never Do Anything Like The Kind Of Work I’m Doing Now–and Do Nothing But Write Poetry And Have Leisure To Spend The Day Outdoors And Go To Museums And See Friends. And I’d Like To Keep Living With Someone — Maybe Even A Man — And Explore Relationships That Way. And Cultivate My Perceptions, Cultivate The Visionary Thing In Me. Just A Literary And Quiet City-hermit Existence.

I Want To Be A Saint, A Real Saint While I Am Young, For There Is So Much Work To Do.

He Threw Up His Hands And Wrote The Universe Dont Exist And Died To Prove It