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.

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

The unspeakable visions of the individual.

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

It all ends in tears anyway.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.