By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.

in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self "somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real" (so he smiles smiling)"but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment" The is blond with small hands "& everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing