Being In Love, She Concluded, Is Simply

She Felt The Essence Of Herself Pulled Finer And Smaller Like Those Streams Of Spun Glass That Pull And Stretch Till There Remains But A Glimmering Illusion. Neither Falling Nor Breaking, The Stream Spins Finer. She Felt Herself Very Small And Ecstatic. Alabama Was In Love.

Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has Nothing Else To Live For

I Play The Radio And Moon About...and Dream Of Utopias Where Its Always July The 24th 1935, In The Middle Of Summer Forever.

And, Joey, If You Ever Want To Know About The Japonicas And The Daisy Fields It Will Be Alright That You Have Forgotten Because I Will Be Able To Tell You About How It Felt To Be Feeling That Way You Cannot Quite Remember – That Will Be For The Time When Something Happens Years From Now That Reminds You Of Now.

Anything Incomprehensible Has A Sexual Significance To Many People Under Thirty-five.