You Are What You Think About All

Who Burned Cigarette Holes In Their Arms Protesting The Narcotic Tobacco Haze Of Capitalism

I Know Too Much And Not Enough

I Think It Was When I Ran Into Kerouac And Burroughs - When I Was 17 - That I Realized I Was Talking Through An Empty Skull... I Wasn't Thinking My Own Thoughts Or Saying My Own Thoughts.

When It Snows In Your Nose, You Catch Cold In Your Brain.

Who Can Live With This Consciousness And Not Wake Frightened At Sunrise?