We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

I certainly don't want to be an angry old artist.

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

you dont know what you got till its gone

Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.