Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.
It's only through form that we can realize emptiness.
Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain...
And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.
America is a lonely crock of shit...
That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy.
We tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.
Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn't ever last.
I wish they'd had electric guitars in cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would've been straightened out.
My nature just changes.
Music is a safe kind of high.
When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.
Every city in the world always has a gang, a street gang, or the so-called outcasts.
Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven.
Knowledge is speaking, Wisdom is listening.
Peace, Love, and Happiness.
I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.
Bein crazy is the least of my worries.
You guys are going somewhere or just going?