It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

Our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence both looking ahead with big private thoughts now so vast we can't communicate them anymore and if we tried it would take a million years and a billion books - Too late, too late, the history of everything we've seen together and separately has become a library in itself - The shelves pile higher - They're full of misty documents or documents of the Mist-.

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

and the stars were icicles of mockery

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot

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