Defining moment in new telepathist’s life, moment when intuitive individual learns most of society isn’t telepathic, doesn’t see auras,doesn’t know what life on ethereal astral plane is like.

Twentyone is too old to go anywhere alone, you know that. I want to go with someone. I don’t mean as a bride, I’m not so gauche as that, but as a mistress or paramour...

If you’re too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

[in the true mad north] of introspection,where ‘falcons of the inner eye’dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life’s memory of existence.

They danced down the street like dingledodies and I shambled after as usual as I’ve been doing all my life after people that interest me, because the only people that interest me are the mad...

When it comes down to all that ‘go green’ crap, you have to ask yourself, is it worth risking a person’s income, their job, their family… their life? I’m not saying you’re wrong, but these...

Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.

I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable

The problem with the 11:11 Phenomenon is getting anybody interested in it that hasn’t experienced it themselves. Other phenomena, such as U.F.Os or crop circles, are able to be seen. We can debate them. But...

Driving down deserted early morning roads. Round and round. Round downtown. Through naked streets. Lips pursed on two litre bottles of beer, but pursuing the lips of freedom’s night. Swapping cars. Winding up at karaoke...

..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 strings,or vibrantly held note by Tibetan singing bowl,...

..home INSIDE is home shining brightly above all homes in physical world.

I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called Big Sur, and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in...

Shared emotions experienced by two souls,empathy on unequivocal level which Davey believed would change entire species of mankind if only secret of empathy could be telepathically shared with humanity,one soul after another, until every soul...

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...