Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.
At the point where I'm trying to force something and it's not happening, and I'm getting frustrated with, say, writing a poem, I can go and pick up the brushes and start painting. At the point where the painting seems to not be going anywhere, I go and pick up the guitar.
everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow
Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?
Love is touching souls.
I have an aversion to being mislabeled. Here's a label I'd accept: I'm an 'individual.' I'm someone who can't follow, and doesn't want to lead.