Feeling So Gay, Feeling So Gay.

I Kind Of Miss That "becoming" Stage, As Most Times You Really Don't Know What's Around The Corner. Now, Of Course, I've Kind Of Knocked On The Door And Heard A Muffled Answer. Nevertheless, I Still Don't Know What The Voice Is Saying, Or Even What Language It's In.

The Underground Went Really Underground. Grand Funk, And All These People Man Are The Moderate's Choice Of Music. Underground Is Yoko Ono, The Black Poets. These People Scare The Hell Out Of Most Freaks. They Laugh At Yoko Ono, But It's The Whole Cliché.

Syd Barrett Of Pink Floyd Was The First Person In Rock I Had Seen With Makeup On. He Wore Black Nail Polish And Lots Of Mascara And Black Eye Shadow, And He Was So Mysterious. It Was This Androgynous Thing I Found Absolutely Fascinating.

I'm Really Quite Bipolar, And The Depressed Times, When Everything Felt Like Night, Sometimes You Get To Such A Low Point That You Physically Beat At It Until It Bleeds - As You Would Say - Bleeds Till Sunshine.

Radio In England Is Nonexistent. It's Very Bad English Use Of A Media System, Typically English Use.