Well, We Lost It, And That’s All

That Moment - To This ... May Be Years In The Way They Measure, But It's Only One Sentence Back In My Mind - There Are So Many Days When Living Stops And Pulls Up And Sits And Waits Like A Train On The Rails. I Pass The Hotel At 8 And At 5; There Are Cats In The Alleys And Bottles And Bums, And I Look Up At The Window And Think, I No Longer Know Where You Are, And I Walk On And Wonder Where The Living Goes When It Stops.

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid

What's Genius? I Don't Know But I Do Know That The Difference Between A Madman And A Professional Is That A Pro Does As Well As He Can Within What He Has Set Out To Do And A Madman Does Exceptionally Well At What He Can't Help Doing.

The World Is Full Of Boring, Identical And Mindless People.

Getting Drunk Was Good. I Decided That I Would Always Like Getting Drunk. It Took Away The Obvious And Maybe If You Could Get Away From The Obvious Often Enough, You Wouldn't Become So Obvious Yourself.