Oh, the wicked Earth has paid its toll. It’s strained and pulled and jerked my mind, and caused me to revolt and ignore the ways of this wicked world. I hate it! It hates me. We don’t agree. So be it! So be it.
Oh, if only there were some way I could escape and stay that way, I might be, could be, would be happy… happy and free. Free! Free is the only way to live, die, and live again and again… forever.
Oh, if I could… if I could only get away… get away and be by myself, be myself, and only myself… maybe I’d learn… learn about myself - who I am and what for. What is this wicked world for? And why? Then, and only then, perhaps, could I find peace of mind and understanding enough to bare to live in this wicked world… and on… this Wicked Earth.
1978 or 1979