t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.

The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man, or you're out, you're dead. This pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. It's no wonder they keep getting busted.

Without literature, life is hell.

she’s mad, but she’s magic.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.