Thank God I Am Not God! Thank

I Want To Be A Saint, A Real Saint While I Am Young, For There Is So Much Work To Do.

I Didn't Know The Names Of The Flowers - Now My Garden Is Gone.

No Monster Vibration, No Snake Universe Hallucinations. Many Tiny Jeweled Violet Flowers Along The Path Of A Living Brook That Looked Like Blake's Illustration For A Canal In Grassy Eden: Huge Pacific Watery Shore, Orlovsky Dancing Naked Like Shiva Long-haired Before Giant Green Waves, Titanic Cliffs That Wordsworth Mentioned In His Own Sublime, Great Yellow Sun Veiled With Mist Hanging Over The Planet's Oceanic Horizon. No Harm.

What Is Obscenity? And To Whom?

We're All Golden Sunflowers Inside.