Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
It's only through form that we can realize emptiness