None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway. - Allen Ginsberg

No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love — be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love — cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy

The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

... who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, ...