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

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.

What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.

Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.