Paranoia is just having the right information.
Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand. It was my other hand.
Time: a landing field! Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.
The self is like a pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to there on word lines.
Exorcism is a subject that interests me, and books on shamanism, I've read through.
I've listened to and know Allen Ginsberg music and met him a couple of times, but I don't have any strong statements to make.