Everything I Wrote Was True Because I

I Was Suddenly Left With Nothing In My Hands But A Handful Of Crazy Stars.

It All Ends In Tears Anyway.

Then It's Goodbye, Sangsara For Me Besides, Girls Aren't As Good As They Look And Samadhi Is Better Than You Think When It Starts In Hitting Your Head In With Buzz Of Glittergold Heaven's Angels, Wailing, Saying We've Been Waiting For You Since Morning, Jack Why Were You So Long Dallying In The Sooty Room? This Transcendental Brilliance Is The Better Part (of Nothingness I Sing) Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop.

The Truth Of The Matter Is, You Die, All You Do Is Die, And Yet You Live, Yes You Live, And That's No Harvard Lie.

And When The Fog's Over And The Stars And The Moon Come Out At Night It'll Be A Beautiful Sight.