1. Life is simple. I develop all of these desires and am (I know how formulaic this is) disappointed. But how conflicting ideologies of each as this: all of the drugs, all sweaty lasciviousness in; and out, all food and disdain for the body and acceptance of polite differals and again food. We would've become an ascetic together, all fronts and mouth-holes, no eating.
2. Everyone is wearing the boots that hurt my feelings because you wore them and then dumped me, which at first seemed totally gnostic because however appropriate they may be, not for this snow. I increasingly galosh.
3. I am now making unleavened bread from cram flour and key lime juice. I am reading Anna Karenena and her wants seem reasonable. I am listening to a new disc of Gregorian chant covers of Black Sabbath.
4. And they pants in the boots! I could try this or equally I could go after a brick wall. I could make the little concessions and be your Japanese girl.
