Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like

Believe In The Holy Contour Of Life.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

Sweet Life Continues In The Breeze, In The Golden Fields.

I Wasn't Scared; I Was Just Somebody Else, Some Stranger, And My Whole Life Was A Haunted Life, The Life Of A Ghost.

The Beat Generation (coined In Playboy)