I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.
The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.
And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are "happy," O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of "happy nuts." (p. 200)
...and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt