I'm Going To Marry My Novels And

My Eyes Were Glued On Life And They Were Full Of Tears.

You Were My Last Chance' She's Said But Don't All Women Say That? - But Can It Be By 'last Chance' She Doesn't Mean Mere Marriage But Some Profoundly Sad Realization Of Something In Me She Really Needs To Go On Living, At Least That Impression Coming Across Anyway On The Force Of All The Gloom We've Shared -

Ah Japhy You Taught Me The Final Lesson Of Them All, You Can't Fall Off A Mountain.

This Was A Manuscript Of The Night We Couldn’t Read.

Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like In Art, Not Craftiness And The Hiding Of Feelings.