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Frequent Insomniacs



Make it fun.
Not a struggle.
The unknowable is infinite.
Trust the artist.
Connect the moments together.
We don't want to know what you think.

Love without being loved.
Frequent insomniacs.
Henry Miller from Brooklyn.
The old rock fighter.
All brutality and discipline.
To this day they are admired.

Know a good material when touched.
When the suit fits right.
The Xerxy Society.
Reproductions of Japanese prints.
A respectable roll top desk.
Left her for June.

Absolutely no confidence.
$300 was the deal.
Too good to publish.
Jolly in spite of everything.
Let her sit there and dream.
No maniac can look that way.

A limitless confusion.
Paris calling.
To be without anything.
Thoroughly alive.
Over-civilized.
Only a catosrophe can make me go back.

Americans don't care about good bread.
Thought everything was important.
Crawling with bed bugs.
Think about all things at once.
Say what no one dares to say.
Wherever the eyes fall there is color.

A marked lack of uniformity.
Strident posters and billboards.
Sad looking cars.
We see the world through the same eyes.
Writing is not knowing where to go.
At 4 in the afternoon.

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