Something that you feel will find its own form.
Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
and silence is the golden mountain
Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.
And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true.