Candor Disarms Paranoia.

We're Not Our Skin Of Grime, We're Not Our Dread Bleak Dusty Imageless Locomotive, We're All Beautiful Golden Sunflowers Inside, We're Blessed By Our Own Seed & Hairy Naked Accomplishment-bodies Growing Into Mad Black Formal Sunflowers In The Sunset, Spied On By Our Eyes Under The Shadow Of The Mad Locomotive Riverbank Sunset Frisco Hilly Tincan Evening Sitdown Vision.

He Threw Up His Hands And Wrote The Universe Dont Exist And Died To Prove It

The Real America That Whitman Proclaimed And Thoreau Decoded.

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness, Starving Hysterical Naked.

You Are What You Think About All Day.