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

We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

Our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence both looking ahead with big private thoughts now so vast we can't communicate them anymore and if we tried it would take a million years and a billion books - Too late, too late, the history of everything we've seen together and separately has become a library in itself - The shelves pile higher - They're full of misty documents or documents of the Mist-.

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.