LSD, yeah, the big parade – everybody's doin' it now. Take LSD, then you are a poet, an intellectual. What a sick mob. I am building a machine gun in my closet now to take out as many of them as I can before they get me.
she’s mad, but she’s magic.
It seemed better to delay thinking.
I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.
how can you be true and kind at the same time? how?
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.