And at that point I didn't care for all that anymore
I just want to lay there and undress and speak with her
All she does is walk away
Anyway, I say what I say cause I know we'll all die
But its the fact of the matter and I've made up my mind
To find the new intellectual we gotta look forward
I think of Dean Moriarty
But I think more of the future
I just want to lay there and speak with her completely naked
All she does is walk away
And excuse me, but I think I should call
After all, I'm only sayin' this cause we all die

C-a-l-i-forrr-niii-a
baby blue
dark skin
brown hair
love you

Good lord where'd you get that
good lord your lips
good lord when she moves her hips
she owns me

Thick hair
Indians on your ears
I could talk to you for hours
about absolutely nothing

You've got Frisco in your soul
and I do too

Oh there'll be time
there'll be time to get by
On warm American nights I think about it
I think about it all the time
when the sun is warm enough to soak in more than skin deep
I don't lose faith
cause I can see us in your eyes

You just gotta keep the burnnnnnn
you gotta set your world on fireeeee
I think of Dean Moriarty
I think of it all
I think of Dean Moriarty
cause I can see me in you.

Study on Christianity

"Do things ever just drive you mad?" Cale asked as he decided the last bites of his apple would be better left to the garbage pail than his stomach.

"Well what do you mean by that?" Melinda said, finishing up the last tastes of her tea.

"I mean... here's an example.” Cale said as he sat up straight as if he was about to say something very important. “Like, the other day I see this guy in some real strange get up. I can't even describe it but the way he was wearing his clothes just really worked me up; worked me up real bad, I mean I could have hit the guy. I've never met him, spoken to him, nothin'. But at that point I could have just smacked him." He steamed, “I dunno, it’s just lately... the tiniest things will really kill me. Do you get that at all?"

"I think I know what you are talking about," Melinda said in a calm tone- Melinda was always calm. Her attention had been taken away from the remains of tea leaves in her cup to Cale's eyes. Melinda continued, "But it’s times I imagine a deer drinking from a creek or the thin layer of ice that forms over rushing water in deep winter that make me feel like it’s okay and I'm not out of place. There are some beauties that can't be described through art or anything else that trivial. Its times like those I'm pretty sure I'll never die."
They stepped outside to wait for the bus. To this day they will tell you they have never waited for a bus that long.