Pretty girls make graves

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.