Now I have enough money to travel wherever I want, but I haven't got the health.
There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
Our heads are round so thought can change direction