THE EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. God bless those pots those shots those 30,000 dollar checks
“It never got weird enough for me.”
A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance. Hence the crabbing I mean All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. I mean freedom is something that dies unless it's used or maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy alcoholic hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll. The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase. …Weird behavior is natural in smart children, like curiosity is to a kitten …On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.” I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me
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