If my snail has my favorite slow, then my cold has my favorite snow. I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. In watermelon sugar, the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I think I'm dumb (or maybe just happy). If my thoughtdreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine. The Christians gave me comic books as if I would be scared of burning in hell, well I was already there. If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? Basically, what we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly. me. in a nutshell.