the void where you laugh at this invisible humor I'm with you
in Rockland where you pun on the and who therefore ran through the
icy streets obsessed with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package
of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along
the floor and down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Minds!
New loves! Mad generation! down on wild eyes! the holy yells!