Everybody Changes, Not Just Me.

I Have Lived Those Lines And I Know That If I Had Not Been Apprehended I Would Have Slit Some White Throats.

But It Is Not That Easy, Is It? I Seek A Lasting Relationship, Something Permanent In A World Of Change, In Which All Is Transitory, Ephemeral, And Full Of Pain.

Americans Think Of Themselves Collectively As A Huge Rescue Squad On Twenty-four Hour Call To Any Spot On The Globe Where Dispute And Conflict May Erupt.

The White Youth Of Today Have Begun To React To The Fact That The American Way Of Life Is A Fossil Of History. What Do They Care If Their Old Baldheaded And Crew-cut Elders Don't Dig Their Caveman Mops? They Couldn't Care Less About The Old, Stiff-assed Honkies Who Don't Like Their New Dances: Frog, Monkey, Jerk, Swim, Watusi. All They Know Is That It Feels Good To Swing To Way-out Body-rhythms Instead Of Dragging Across The Dance Floor Like Zombies To The Dead Beat Of Mind-smothered Mickey Mouse Music.

The Object Is For Everyone To Do Their Own Thing, But The Thing Is To Make One's Thing The Revolution.