Mothers of America / let your kids go to the movies!

I embraced a cloud but when I soared it rained.

However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing? Uh huh.

I've got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I'll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don't want me to go where you go, so I go where you don't want me to.

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

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.