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I'd Rather Be A Lightning Rod Than A Seismograph.

To Be Just Without Being Mad (and The Madder You Get The Madder You Get), To Be Peaceful Without Being Stupid, To Be Interested Without Being Compulsive, To Be Happy Without Being Hysterical... Smoke Grass.

Loved. You Can't Use It In The Past Tense. Death Does Not Stop That Love At All.

What We Hoped Was That We Could Stop The Coming End Of The World.

Then The Trembling Starts To Get Worse. This Must Be How They Begin, He Thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually Shut-ins And Finally Cross-offs. But First The Cover-up . . .