People Are Strange When You're A Stranger.

I Can Kind Of Envision One Person With A Lot Of Machines, Tapes, And Electronic Set-ups...singi Ng Or Speaking And Using Machines.

I See Myself As An Intelligent, Sensitive Human, With The Soul Of A Clown Which Forces Me To Blow It At The Most Important Moments.

There's The Know. And There's The Unknown. And What Separates The Two Is The Door, And That's What I Wanta Be. Ahh Wanna Be Th' Dooooooooorrr...

Maybe Primitive People Have Less Bullshit To Let Go Of, To Give Up. A Person Has To Be Willing To Give Up Everything—not Just Wealth. All The Bullshit He's Been Taught—all Society's Brainwashing. You Have To Let Go Of All That To Get To The Other Side. Most People Aren't Willing To Do That.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.