2001-11-11 - 2:12 a.m.

Hello, Ginsberg.....

Greetings, etc.

Mind brimming with overactive cannabinols. Revel in idiocy.

I'm shaking hands with.. whomever might accept the outstretched fingers. Those that tremble with anticipation, that ask for.. any inkling of understanding? To grasp together in that split second when we fall through fields of opal remembrance; these moments that define what existence entails. Transmission.. a collective thought. Being aware of one's fucking humanity! The earth pulsates and the resonance is synchronized with each others' frequency of Communion.

I'd like to be nothing with you.. but what constitutes my whims and desires seems a bit arbitrary.