It Is Just As Much

You Seem To Forget, Miss Flinn, That This Is An Institution For The Insane.

I've Been To Too Many Dead Concerts. There've Been Smokin' Holes Where My Memory Used To Be.

The Grateful Dead Are Our Religion. This Is A Religion That Doesn't Pay Homage To The God That All The Other Religions Pay Homage To.

Along The Western Slopes Of The Oregon Coastal Range . . . Come Look: The Hysterical Crashing Of Tributaries As They Merge Into The Wakonda Auga River . . .

Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.