I Like To Dissect Girls. Did You

A Curtain Of Stars, Miles Of Them, Are Scattered, Glowing, Across The Sky And Their Multitude Humbles Me, Which I Have A Hard Time Tolerating. She Shrugs And Nods After I Say Something About Forms Of Anxiety. It's As If Her Mind Is Having A Hard Time Communicating With Her Mouth, As If She Is Searching For A Rational Analysis Of Who I Am, Which Is, Of Course, An Impossibility: There... Is... No... Key.

People Can Get Accustomed To Anything, Right? Habit Does Things To People.

Hip," I Murmur, Remembering Last Night, How I Lost It Completely In A Stall At Nell's---my Mouth Foaming, All I Could Think About Were Insects, Lots Of Insects, And Running At Pigeons, Foaming At The Mouth And Running At Pigeons.

I Keep Feeling That People Are Becoming Less Human And More Animalistic. They Seem To Think Less And Feel Less So That Everyone Is Operating On A Very Primitive Level. I Wonder What You And I Will See In Our Lifetimes. It Seems So Hopeless Yet We Must Keep On Trying ... I Guess We Can't Escape Being A Product Of The Times, Can We?

And," Price Adds, Smiling, "if Another Round Of Bellinis Comes Within A Twenty-foot Radius Of Our Table We Are Going To Set The Maitre D' On Fire. So You Know, Warn Him.