and the stars were icicles of mockery

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

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

Because anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just "talents."

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

but that's alright because now everything'll be alright & we'll soothe the forever boys & girls & before we're thru we'll find a name for this Goddam Golden Eternity & tell a story too

Because the only people for me are the mad ones.