Write In Recollection And Amazement For Yourself.

I Mean, Why On Earth (outside Sickness And Hangovers) Aren't People Continually Drunk? I Want Ecstasy Of The Mind All The Time.

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

At Night I Closed My Eyes And Saw My Bones Threading The Mud Of My Grave.

Because He Had No Place He Could Stay In Without Getting Tired Of It And Because There Was Nowhere To Go But Everywhere, Keep Rolling Under The Stars.

You'd Be Surprised How Little I Knew Even Up To Yesterday