Gee whiz

I am in love with celebrities and a few mortals.

I can barely breathe. I'm just going to stick my head out the window. Would you check on me in an hour?

What window was ever more beautiful? What metal frame was ever more comfort than the porcelain of a drunk's toilet?

I have arranged the blankets for a photo.

I have written a poem about the closet.

We must all run from what we love. Otherwise: annihilation.

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I have been taunted by beautiful housing. Two beautiful rooms and my own bathroom in a house on a San Franciscan hill. No door, but turning halls of discretion. A dressing room worthy of a piano.

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Still, though, I will never leave that hotel in Hawaii.

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Pardon the F bombs: fuck fuck fuck!

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If there is one who was most extraordinary, it is the one I can never talk to as a friend. Only one was ever from another planet. Only one was ever a god.

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Oh gee whiz.