I Miss The Animal Buoyancy Of New

Hollywood Is A Mirage Factory.

In My Dreams I Sleep With Everybody.

Your Eyes Make Me Shy

Not Afraid Of Poverty And Drabness And Who Is Untouched By It, Untouched By The Drunkenness Of Her Friends; (she) Who Judges, Selects, Discards People With Severity, Who Knows, When She Is Telling Her Endless Anecdotes, That They Are Ways Of Escape, Keeping Herself All The More Secret Behind That Profuse Talk.

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.