Never Miss A Party...good For The Nerves--like

Nothing Is As Obnoxious As Other People's Luck.

She Confused Him And Hindered The Flow Of His Ideas. Self-expression Had Never Seemed At Once So Desirable And So Impossible.

So We Drove On Toward Death Through The Cooling Twilight.

So He Tasted The Deep Pain That Is Reserved Only For The Strong, Just As He Had Tasted For A Little While The Deep Happiness.

Then I Grew Up, And The Beauty Of Succulent Illusions Fell Away From Me.