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?

I wish I weren’t reeling at all.

That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.

There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life.

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

My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!