how are you feeling in ancient September I am feeling like a truck on a wet highway how can you you were made in the image of god I was not I was made in the image of a sissy truck-driver and Jean Dubuffet painting his cows « with a likeness burst in the memory« apart from love (don’t say it) I am ashamed of my century for being so entertaining but I have to smile…
Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies ! get them out of the house so they won’t know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good for the body but what about the soul that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images and when you grow old as grow old you must they won’t hate you they won’t criticise you they won’t know they’ll be in some glamorous country they first saw on a Saturday afternoon or playing hookey they may even be grateful to you for their first sexual experience which only cost you a quarter and didn’t upset the peaceful home…
You say that everything is very simple and interesting it makes me feel very wistful, like reading a great Russian novel does I am terribly bored sometimes it is like seeing a bad movie other days, more often, it’s like having an acute disease of the kidney god knows it has nothing to do with the heart nothing to do with people more interesting than myself yak yak that’s an amusing thought how can anyone be more amusing than oneself how can anyone fail to be can I borrow your forty-five I only need one bullet preferably silver if you can’t be interesting at…