Don't Tell Me This Town 'aint Got

I Think Part Of What Has To Happen, Somewhere, Pretty Soon, Is That A Human Template Has To Come Up. We Have To Start With, Ok Let's Throw Out All This Other Stuff, Everything We Have Thought About It Before, Throw Out All Our Models, And Start With A Human. What Is A Human?

There Is Some Art That Says The Same Thing To Everybody. We Need Something Like That. What That Is, I Don't Know. But Virtual Reality May Be The Key To It.

Somebody Has To Do Something, And It's Just Incredibly Pathetic That It Has To Be Us.

Nobody Stopped Thinking About Those Psychedelic Experiences. Once You've Been To Some Of Those Places, You Think, 'how Can I Get Back There Again But Make It A Little Easier On Myself?'

I Equate Deadheads To People That Like Black Licorice. There Aren't Many People That Like Black Licorice, But The Ones That Do, Really Really Like It! Or Buttermilk, Or Whatever.