A Vacuum Can Only Exist, I Imagine,

Spinach And Champagne. Going Back To The Kitchens At The Old Waldorf. Dancing On The Kitchen Tables, Wearing The Chef's Headgear. Finally, A Crash And Being Escorted Out By The House Detectives.

The Purpose Of Life On Earth Is That The Soul Should Grow - So Growl By Doing What Is Right.

I Take A Sun Bath And Listen To The Hours, Formulating, And Disintegrating Under The Pines, And Smell The Resiny Hardihood Of The High Noon Hours. The World Is Lost In A Blue Haze Of Distances, And The Immediate Sleeps In A Thin And Finite Sun.

She Refused To Be Bored Chiefly Because She Wasn't Boring.

I Remember Every Single Spot Of Light That Ever Gouged A Shadow Beside Your Bones.