ashcan rantings
Watching the moon I wondered, and thought, about ashcan rantings and unattainable dollars about Ginsberg and Whitman and Burroughs and Zarathustra and all that I realized that our best bet was that this was all a farce. A cruel farce, a laughable farce, Hicks know this is a ride. Hicks knows this is all just a ride. And that we should go to that place where the sharp Athenian law cannot touch us. Come whoever see who you may, jumping off roofs screaming for their eyes back from the Abyss. I lost the staring contests, the abyss blinked I sighed and inhaled. She came rushing in on the break of untouchable angels. Letting go is the hardest thing they ever taught me. Stealing us was the smartest thing they ever did.
