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.

I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.

True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns