I would fave preferred the happy man to the unhappy poems he's left us.
What a horror it would have been if the world was real.
Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
Wash your dirty dishes like you are washing the infant jesus.
I went off with him for no reason.
Walking on water wasn't built in a day.
And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him.
Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a riviera suntan?
Hell! I’m glad I did it. It’s going to be a change. I call this life!
Everything belongs to me because I am poor.
I believe in order, tenderness, and piety.
You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.
A feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.
...Wishing there was a personal god in all this impersonal matter.
If You Can't Boogie I Know i'll Show You How
And rain will fall on our eaves.
Is virgin you trying to fathom me.
And the hippos were boiled in their tanks!
And i go home having lost her love. And write this book.
The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.
Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water—
The golden eternity is { }.
I realised either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world.
Does this mean that frontiers from now on are to be in the imagination?