Offer Them What They Secretly Want And

I'd Also Gone Through An Entire Year Of Celibacy Based On My Feeling That Lust Was The Direct Cause Of Birth Which Was The Direct Cause Of Suffering And Death.

Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My Worries.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

And You Have Been Forever, And Will Be Forever, And All The Worrisome Smashings Of Your Foot On Innocent Cupboard Doors It Was Only The Void Pretending To Be A Man Pretending Not To Know The Void.

All Our Best Men Are Laughed At In This Nightmare Land.