If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?

I think it's all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.

I like it because its ugly

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

The only alternative to sleeping out, hopping freights, and doing what I wanted, I saw in a vision would be to just sit with a hundred other patients in front of a nice television set in a madhouse, where we could be "supervised."

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.