Absolutely no way to escape enigmans.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

It all ends in tears anyway.

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

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

I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came