the closet, with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of
cigarettes a candle and fell off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, whomever come who
may, sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the
sky! Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us! Minds! New
loves! Mad generation! down on the radio I'm with you