oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

I am ashamed of my century for being so entertaining but I have to smile.

I embraced a cloud but when I soared it rained.

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

It may be the coldest day of The year, what does he think of That? I mean, what do I? And if I do, Perhaps I am myself again.

life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.