The spectator is a dying animal.
Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.
Take an Indian home to lunch.
The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.
Drugs are a bet with your mind.
[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.