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I Had Become So Quiet And So Small In The Grass By The Pond That I Was Barely Noticeable, Hardly There... I Sat There Watching Their Living Room Shining Out Of The Dark Beside The Pond. It Looked Like A Fairy Tale Functioning Happily In The Post-world War Ii Gothic Of America Before Television Crippled The Imagination Of America And Turned People Indoors And Away From Living Out Their Own Fantasies With Dignity... Anyway, I Just Kept Getting Smaller And Smaller Beside The Pond, More And More Unnoticed In The Darkening Summer Grass Until I Disappeared Into The 32 Years That Have Passed Since Then.

I'm In A Constant Process Of Thinking About Things.

There Was Something Dead In My Heart. I Tried To Figure Out What It Was By The Strength Of The Smell. I Knew That It Was Not A Lion Or A Sheep Or A Dog. Using Logical Deduction, I Came To The Conclusion That It Was A Mouse. I Had A Dead Mouse In My Heart.

If You Get Hung Up On Everybody Else's Hang-ups, Then The Whole World's Going To Be Nothing More Than One Huge Gallows.

The 1960s: A Lot Of People Remember Hating President Lyndon Baines Johnson And Loving Janis Joplin And Jim Morrison, Depending On The Point Of View. God Rest Their Souls.