She Was Beautiful - But

So When The Blue Smoke Of Brittle Leaves Was In The Air And The Wind Blew The Wet Laundry Stiff On The Line I Decided To Come Back Home.

There Are Only The Pursued, The Pursuing, The Busy And The Tired.

I Wish I Could Write. I Get These Ideas But I Never Seem To Be Able To Put Them In Words.

Selfish People Are In A Way Terribly Capable Of Great Loves.

I Want To Give A Really Bad Party. I Mean It. I Want To Give A Party Where There’s A Brawl And Seductions And People Going Home With Their Feelings Hurt And Women Passed Out In The Cabinet De Toilette. You Wait And See.