After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don't you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?

and I have mastered the speed and strength which is the armor of the world.

And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.

I'm becoming the street. Who are you in love with? me? Straight against the light I cross.

The artificial is always innocent.

The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.