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I ran down the road, pants down to my knees, screaming please come help me that Canadian

shaman gave a little too much to me

 and I'm writing a novel, cause it's never been done before

First house that I saw, I wrote house up on the door, and told the people who lived

there you have to get out cause my reality is realer than yours

 ya there's no time in the present. and there's a black dog on the bed

Went to the backyard, to burn my only clothes, and then the dog ran out he said you

can't turn nothing into nothing this would be no more

 and I'm no doctor, but that monkey might be right

 and if he is, then I'll be walking him my whole life

Drove to Malibu, on a dune buggy with Neil, he said you're gonna have to drive me out on

the beach if you ever wanna write for real

and I said I'm sorry, young man what was your name again?

Everywhere I go in West Hollywood, it's filled with people pretending they don't see the

actress and the actress wishing that they would

we could do ayawaska, baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks

Something bout the way, Violet whips her hair makes me empty my pockets, I'm cutting the

corners, bumming twenties as if I was the mayor

I don't need any new friends, but I could really use something to do

so if you're up for it sometime, I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse

Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea, I could have sworn last night I passed out in

my van and now these guys are pouring one for me

I'll never leave the canyon, cause I'm surrounded on all sides

by people writing novels, and living on amusement rides