And Silence Is The Golden Mountain

There Was Nothing To Talk About Anymore. The Only Thing To Do Was Go.

Mind Is The Maker, For No Reason At All, For All This Creation, Created To Fall.

In All This Welter Of Women I Still Hadn't Got One For Myself, Not That I Was Trying Too Hard, But Sometimes I Felt Lonely To See Everybody Paired Off And Having A Good Time And All I Did Was Curl Up In My Sleeping Bag In The Rosebushes And Sigh And Say Bah. For Me It Was Just Red Wine In My Mouth And A Pile Of Firewood

This Is The Story Of America. Everybody's Doing What They Think They're Supposed To Do.

This Was Really The Way My Whole Road Experience Began, And The Things That Were To Come Are Too Fantastic Not To Tell.