He gets the plums and I the plumstones.

THE REMAINS OF A PARADISE HALF-SEEN IN DREAMS HANGING DOWN OVER YOU LIKE THE HAIR ON SOMEONE WHO'E BEEN DROWNED

SILENT SHOUTS THAT BROKE LIKE BLACK MASSES IN HIS THROAT

IN THAT LIGHT WHICH WAS LIKE A DOVE IN THE HANDS OF A MADMAN




IT WAS GOOD TO HAVE FELT ONESELF DEEPLY THERE FOR AN UNMEASURABLE TIME, WITHOUT THINKING ANYTHING, ONLY BEING THAT WHICH WAS THERE

if you are disciplined and beautiful...

what i think of all this doesn't really matter next to what has to be

the conquest of a heaven that seemed to lose its charm once it had been gained

REASON IS ONLY GOOD

TO MUMMIFY REALITY IN MOMENTS OF CALM


OR TO ANALYZE ITS FUTURE STORMS

But why go live in an asylum before you're sent for?