A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you

Dean's California--wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.