No One Shuts Their Laptop After Looking

Say I Feel All Sad And Self-indulgent, Then Get Stung By A Wasp, My Misery Feels Quite Abstract And I Long Just To Be In Spiritual Pain Once More - 'damn You Tiny Assassin, Clad In Yellow And Black, How I Crave My Former Innocence Where Melancholy Was My Only Trial'.

I Didn't Cross The Line, You Drew It In After I Traversed It.

We Don't Need To Know What Goes On Beyond Time. We Need To Know How To Save This Planet That We Live On. To Align Our Consciousness With The Fundamental Frequencies With Which All Have In Common, And To Generate Love And Energy Between Us.

Even As A Junkie I Stayed True [to Vegetarianism] - 'i Shall Have Heroin, But I Shan't Have A Hamburger.' What A Sexy Little Paradox.

I Don't Know If This Is The Kind Of Retrospective Analysis That People Are Fond Of Applying To Their Work Or Actions, But It Feels Like I Knew I Was Going To Be Famous And I Knew That An Element Of That Would Be Traumatic, So That If I Could Make Myself Something Big And Otherworldly, It Would Be A Kind Of Defence.