So I Rushed Past The Pretty Girls,

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.

What A Horror It Would Have Been If The World Was Real, Because If The World Was Real, It Would Be Immortal.

Why Did I Allow Myself To Be Bored Ever In The Past And To Compensate For It Got High Or Drunk Or Rages Or All The Tricks People Have Because They Want Anything But Serene Understanding Of Just What There Is, Which Is After All So Much.