developing a transient life-style to compare/compete with the Beats. the New Waves/Wavers/Ravers. There needs to be literature/art to go along with the movement. I am being frustrated in my attempts to go to school. I feel that is where I should set up a base. Among other young artists. And yet I find myself in old New York. It is still a dictomy (sic) I can't understand. Am I following former ideals or creating new ones? Not that things aren't happening here. I'm still waiting. But why be in a position of waiting? So many things aren't together.
[Image verso: Max's Kansas City flier, Teenage Jesus & the Jerks]
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