Got Tight On Absinthe Last Night. Did

Madame, All Stories, If Continued Far Enough, End In Death, And He Is No True-story Teller Who Would Keep That From You.

I’m Not Brave Any More Darling. I’m All Broken. They’ve Broken Me.

Now Is No Time To Think Of What You Do Not Have. Think Of What You Can Do With That There Is

When We Came Back To Paris It Was Clear And Cold And Lovely.

You Never Understand Anybody That Loves You.