Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.

Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

I think it's all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.