When Shakespeare Was Writing, He Wasn't Writing

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.

To Vik Lovell Who Told Me Dragons Did Not Exist, Then Led Me To Their Lairs.

I Been Silent So Long Now It’s Gonna Roar Out Of Me Like Floodwaters And You Think The Guy Telling This Is Ranting And Raving My God; You Think This Is Too Horrible To Have Really Happened, This Is Too Awful To Be The Truth! But, Please. It’s Still Hard For Me To Have A Clear Mind Thinking On It. But It’s The Truth Even If It Didn’t Happen.

It's Time To Move On To The Next Step In The Psychedelic Revolution. We've Reached A Certain Point, But We're Not Moving Any More.

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