I Always Thought That I Was An

I Realized That If My Thoughts Immediately Affect My Body, I Should Be Careful About What I Think. Now If I Get Angry, I Ask Myself Why I Feel That Way. If I Can Find The Source Of My Anger, I Can Turn That Negative Energy Into Something Positive.

In The '60s We Fought For Peace, When The Vietnam War Was On. We Were Against The Cops And Against The Politicians, And There Was A Lot Of Waving Banners And All That. And I Think In A Way, Just As They Were Enjoying That Machoism Of War, We Were Enjoying The Machismo Of Being Anti-war, You Know?

Next Time You Meet A 'foreigner', Remember It's Only Like A Window With A Different Shape To It And The Person Who's Sitting Inside Is You.

At Least I Had That, One Guy Understood Me.

I Wonder Why Men Can Get Serious At All. They Have This Delicate Long Thing Hanging Outside Their Bodies, Which Goes Up And Down By Its Own Will. First Of All, Having It Outside Your Body Is Terribly Dangerous. If I Were A Man I Would Have A Fantastic Castration Complex To The Point That I Wouldn't Be Able To Do A Thing. Second, The Inconsistency Of It, Like Carrying A Chance Time Alarm Or Something. If I Were A Man I Would Always Be Laughing At Myself.