All Our Best Men Are Laughed At

Is Virgin You Trying To Fathom Me

How Clear The Realization One Is Going Mad -- The Mind Has A Silence, Nothing Happens In The Physique, Urine Gathers In Your Loins, Your Ribs Contract.

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!

Finding Nirvana Is Like Locating Silence.

The Smog Was Heavy, My Eyes Were Weeping From It, The Sun Was Hot, The Air Stank, A Regular Hell Is L.a.