"what Do You Want Out Of Life?"

Somewhere Along The Line, The Pearl Would Be Handed To Me.

They Were Like The Man With The Dungeon Stone And Gloom, Rising From The Underground, The Sordid Hipsters Of America, A New Beat Generation That I Was Slowly Joining.

Ah, If I Could Realize, If I Could Forget Myself And Devote My Meditations To The Freeing, The Awakening And The Blessedness Of All Living Creatures Everywhere I'd Realize What There Is, Is Ecstasy.

And The Stars Were Icicles Of Mockery

I'd Rather Be Thin Than Famous But I'm Fat Paste That In Your Broadway Show