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.

O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors

See how free we are! as a nation of persons.

A man was the cause of it all. An unarmed man with a weapon.

I take this for myself, and you take up the thread of my life between your teeth, tin thread and tarnished with abuse, you shall still hear as long as the beast in me maintains its taciturn power to close my lids in tears, and my loins move yet in the ennobling pursuit of all the worlds you have left me alone in, and would be the dolorous distraction from, while you summon your army of anguishes which is a million hooting blood vessels on the eyes and in the ears at that instant before death.

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