What If Someone Gave A War And

There Should Be No Distinction Between What We Write Down, And What We Really Know.

The Weight Of The World Is Love. Under The Burden Of Solitude, Under The Burden Of Dissatisfaction.

Concentrate On What You Want To Say To Yourself And Your Friends. Follow Your Inner Moonlight; Don't Hide The Madness. You Say What You Want To Say When You Don't Care Who's Listening.

We're All Golden Sunflowers Inside.

No Monster Vibration, No Snake Universe Hallucinations. Many Tiny Jeweled Violet Flowers Along The Path Of A Living Brook That Looked Like Blake's Illustration For A Canal In Grassy Eden: Huge Pacific Watery Shore, Orlovsky Dancing Naked Like Shiva Long-haired Before Giant Green Waves, Titanic Cliffs That Wordsworth Mentioned In His Own Sublime, Great Yellow Sun Veiled With Mist Hanging Over The Planet's Oceanic Horizon. No Harm.