The Spectator Is A Dying

The Grand Highway Is Crowded W/lovers & Searchers & Leavers So Eager To Please & Forget. Wilderness.

Getting Drunk . . . You're In Complete Control Up To A Point. It's Your Choice, Every Time You Take A Sip. You Have A Lot Of Small Choices. It's Like . . . I Guess It's The Difference Between Suicide And Slow Capitulation . . .

A Moving Or Movement Away From A Station A Waving Away From A Waving A Motion Amazement A Moment Amazing A Waving

Cinema, Heir Of Alchemy, Last Of An Erotic Science.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.