There are no words.
No more words can pass through me...

It's kind of like yelling at a Rock and Roll Show,
It's kind of like walking through the forest real...

I look up at the crystalline blue skies;
Too cold, too clear, and too unforgiving...

Fountain that grows in size
to the flowers' great delight...

Ideas are ethereal,
hardly even there...

Well the view from down here
is that the plane is infinite...

Ungodly rage;
Consuming everything internal...

I will be gone soon,
But until then...

Pink Tiki torch light:
burning, burning...

Mi querida, te amo.
You're my love, my life...

Can you capture and bottle up "insane,"
The forgotten mother of invention...

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,"
John said as he smiled...