I’m with you in Rocklandwhere we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
They're auras, Davey. I see them, too. The longer you stare at them, the wider the energy field expands until more colors begin to show themselves.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
Giving power to negative thoughts or fears was bringing ideas to life in physical world,idea in mind became emotion in heart,emotion turned into words spoken,written,painted,strummed across guitar str...
Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.
If you're too open-minded your brains will fall out.
What's Your Road, Man?
Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.
I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called , and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards b...
I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seekin...
Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs...