We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.