Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My

I'd Rather Be Thin Than Famous But I'm Fat Paste That In Your Broadway Show

It's Hard To Explain And Best Thing To Do Is Not Be False.

At Night In This Part Of The West The Stars, As I Had Seen Them In Wyoming, Were As Big As Roman Candles And As Lonely As The Prince Who's Lost His Ancestral Home And Journeys Across The Spaces Trying To Find It Again, And Knows He Never Will.

Go Moan For Man. It's The Pathos Of People That Gets Us Down, All The Lovers In This Dream.

I Went One Afternoon To The Church Of My Childhood And Had A Vision Of What I Must Have Really Meant With "beat"... The Vision Of The Word Beat As Being To Mean Beatific... People Began To Call Themselves Beatniks, Beats, Jazzniks, Bopniks, Bugniks And Finally I Was Called The "avatar" Of All This.