Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

We all agree it's too big to keep up with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it, so we center it all in by swigging Scotch from the bottle and when it's empty I run out of the car and buy another one, period.

My witness is the empty sky.

-no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

...and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.