Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.
I could not clearly distinguish what was passing in my head; it seemed to me that I was under the influence of a horrible dream and that I had but to awake to find myself cured; at times it seemed that my entire life had been a dream, ridiculous and childish, the falseness of which had just been disclosed.
My mind is in another planet behind the blocks. Sometimes I'm up in the blocks, and I'm like, 'What am I doing here?' I'm just not trying to think too much.
The cat, which is a solitary beast, is single minded and goes its way alone, but, the dog, like his master, is confused in his mind.
Than smoke and mist who better could appraise The kindred spirit of an inner haze?
They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
Distortion upon distortion: . . . the more one uses the mind, the more confused one becomes.
I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.
Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
I remember what it was like at age 6, not really understanding what was going on around me, but having all these grown-up thoughts running through my head about what I was facing, why this was happening.
My mind is clouded with a doubt.
