“...robots pencil prescriptions for acid gas sunsets”

“...salute the new sunset”

“artificial trees, robot sofas,Ignorant cars-One Way Street to Heaven”

“When Violence floods the State from above, flowery land razed for robot proliferation”

“LSD Shakti-snake settles like Gas into Consciousness”

“We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessedby our own seed & hairy nakedaccomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.”

“Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]”