The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up to the sky with blue eyes, with a beard, is wailing beer-caps of bottles and jamming on the cash register and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, its béat, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown.

the golden eternity is { }

One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimisn you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca drink, or Mescaline take, or Peyote goop up with -

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

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Pretty girls make graves