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I'm A Street Walking Cheetah With A Heart Full Of Napalm.

Dmt Was A Gaseous Wax That You Could Smoke That Gave You A 20-minute Psychedelic High. You'd Inhale It. And Then When You'd Exhale—poof, You'd Be High. I Saw Buddha, Man. I Know That Sounds Like No Big Deal. But I Saw A Gigantic Holographic Buddha — Correct In Every Way! Buddhas Can Be Very Intricate — These Drawings That You See In Books. Thousands Of Details Were Included In This Buddha. Where Did They Come From? I Didn't Make Them Up. I Can't Even Draw, You Know? I Could Barely Spell Cat, You Know? And There It Was. And I Thought, Wow — The Power Of The Mind, You Know?

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

In The Morning I'd Write These Essays, Anything That I'd Feel Like Writing, And In The Afternoon, I'd Spend Time With My Guitar. I Had Decided After Listening To My Last Four Or Five Albums That My Biggest Weakness Musically Was Melody. The Reason I Had Been Singing In A Monotone Over The Chord Patterns In My Songs Was That I Never Practiced Doing Melodies.

The More Walking-around Money I Have, The Less I Walk Around.