I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.

Never get out of bed before noon.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.