The final story, the final chapter of Western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.
Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.
She's staring down her desires, while they're staring down her dress.
In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.
Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.
Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.