Sometimes the lights all shining on me, other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long strange trip it's been.

The world that you can go walk outside and walk around the block. That's reality. The reality that's being talked about is something else entirely.

Done time in the lock-up, done time on the streets. Done time on the upswing, and time in defeat. I know what I'm askin'. I know it's a lot. Just to say that I love you. Believe it or not.

Death comes at you no matter what you do in this life, and to equate drugs with death is a facile comparison.

If you can create a reality that is entirely fictitious, it doesn't owe anything to this stuff out here, but you interact with it on your own terms. I mean, if you took it to the point where finally you get, say, tactile feedback, so you were wired in in terms of the whole nervous system. The sensorium. You would have the ultimate art form. I mean, any painter would want it, any filmmaker would want access to it you know, any musician would want access to it. It would eliminate the need for the divisions between what we describe as the arts, converting the whole thing to experience.

Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.

And as far as I'm concerned, it's like I say, drugs are not the problem. Other stuff is the problem.