canon in d.

Maybe if I wrote a love song for you; when I sang it, all the words could be true.

aliens.

It is like you are an alien. You came to this planet. You observed people in various situations. Maybe you took notes. And now you act how you think you should act, without really knowing why.

life and people.

Here is the church and here is the steeple, life would be great if it wasn't for all the people.

august whenever.

The closer you get to me, the further you’ll want to be.

fashionable people.

I feel foolish, I want to drink too much...

now what.

Have you ever been at a loss?

testing, 1, 2, 3.

Hello. Is there anybody in there?

soldier.

I'm a soldier, but I've got no soul.

miss.

Missing yourself makes time pass the slowest of all.

miller.

She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately - a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other's arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

- Henry Miller (1891-1980)