I Smoke Marijuana Every Chance I Get.

The Desire To Have Power Dissolves. The Desire To Dominate People For Love Dissolves. On The Other Hand, It's A Relief To Realize You Can Let Go.

Truth Is Dissent, Where All Power Resides In The Big Lie.

My Books Piled Up Before Me For My Use Waiting In Space Where I Placed Them, They Haven't Disappeared, Time's Left Its Remnants And Qualities For Me To Use -- My Words Piled Up, My Texts, My Manuscripts, My Loves.

What Came Is Gone Forever Every Time

Let Go Of The Spirit Of The Departed, And Continue The Celebration Of Your Own Life.