NEAL CASSADY

I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.

We are actually fourth dimensional beings in a third dimensional body inhabiting a second dimensional world!

Billboards, billboards, drink this, eat that, use all manner of things, everyone, the best, the cheapest, the purest and most satisfying of all their available counterparts. Red lights flicker on every horizon, airplanes beware; cars flash by, more lights. Workers repair the gas main. Signs, signs, lights, lights, streets, streets.

And so love goes. And so life goes. And so I go.

Some events are in the area of the soul where words cannot penetrate.

I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.

Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.

Art is good when it springs from necessity. This kind of origin is the guarantee of its value; there is no other.

I became the unnatural son of a few score of beaten men.

Sometimes I sits and thinks. Other times I sits and drinks, but mostly I just sits.

I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.

I became the unnatural son of a few score of beaten men.

Some events are in the area of the soul where words cannot penetrate.

I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.

The time has come, everybody lie down so you won't get hurt when the sun bursts.

Sometimes I sits and thinks. Other times I sits and drinks, but mostly I just sits.

We are actually fourth dimensional beings in a third dimensional body inhabiting a second dimensional world!

Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.

Billboards, billboards, drink this, eat that, use all manner of things, everyone, the best, the cheapest, the purest and most satisfying of all their available counterparts. Red lights flicker on every horizon, airplanes beware; cars flash by, more lights. Workers repair the gas main. Signs, signs, lights, lights, streets, streets.

Art is good when it springs from necessity. This kind of origin is the guarantee of its value; there is no other.

And so love goes. And so life goes. And so I go.