But I Tried, Didn't I? Goddamnit, At

Then The Trembling Starts To Get Worse. This Must Be How They Begin, He Thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually Shut-ins And Finally Cross-offs. But First The Cover-up . . .

The Stars Up Close To The Moon Were Pale; They Got Brighter And Braver The Farther They Got Out Of The Circle Of Light Ruled By The Giant Moon

To Be Just Without Being Mad (and The Madder You Get The Madder You Get), To Be Peaceful Without Being Stupid, To Be Interested Without Being Compulsive, To Be Happy Without Being Hysterical... Smoke Grass.

There's Something About Taking A Plow And Breaking New Ground. It Gives You Energy.

If This Glorious Birth To Death Hassle Is The Only Hassle We Are Ever To Have ..if Our Grand Exhilarating Fight Of Life Is Such A Tragically Short Little Scrap Anyway,compared To The Eons Of Rounds Before And After-then Why Should One Want To Relinquish Even A Few Precious Seconds Of It?