One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally

And I Have Been Able To Give Freedom And Life Which Was Acknowledged In The Ecstasy Of Walking Hand In Hand Across The Most Beautiful Bridge Of The World, The Cables Enclosing Us And Pulling Us Upward In Such A Dance As I Have Never Walked And Never Can Walk With Another.

One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally Soaked In Them, To Have The Right Ones Form Themselves Into The Proper Pattern At The Right Moment.

I Cannot Figure Out Just What Dadaism Is Beyond An Insane Jumble Of The Four Winds, The Six Senses, And Plum Pudding. But If The Baroness Is To Be A Keystone For It, — Then I Think I Can Possibly Know When It Is Coming And Avoid It.

One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally Soaked In Them.

Goodbye, Everybody! (suicide Note)