You Live Out The Confusions Until They

He Understands My Pity For His Ridiculous, Humiliating Physical Necessity.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

The Suppression Of Inner Patterns In Favor Of Patterns Created By Society Is Dangerous To Us.

I Love Her For What She Has Dared To Be, For Her Hardness, Her Cruelty, Her Egoism, Her Perverseness, Her Demoniac Destructiveness. She Would Crush Me To Ashes Without Hesitation. She Is A Personality Created To The Limit. I Worship Her Courage To Hurt, And I Am Willing To Be Sacrificed To It. She Will Add The Sum Of Me To Her. She Will Be June Plus All That I Contain.

She Walked In The Shadow Of Rango With A Great Feeling Of Being Taken Out Of Herself, Of Having No Knowledge Of What Was Happening To Her, Merely A Pervading Sense Of Flow.