Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

Believe in the holy contour of life.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.