I'm A Bit Retarded, Like Most Americans.

For A Metaphysical Treat Stop At The Big Sur Inn, Which Is Also A Haven For Stray Cats And Dogs. Life Along The South Coast Is Just A Bed Of Roses, With A Few Thorns And Nettles Interspersed.

Leave Out The Parts That Readers Tend To Skip.

Confusion Is A Word We Have Invented For An Order Which Is Not Understood.

We Are Dancing In The Hollow Of Nothingness. We Are One Flesh, But Separated Like Stars.

For The Artist To Attach Himself To His Work, Or Identify Himself With It, Is Suicidal.