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A boy has to peddle his book.
I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.
Work is the only device I know of.
Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.
Randolph,” he said, “were you ever as young as me?” And Randolph
A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic;
She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are
Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on
She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real
She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was
But he does look stupid.’ Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully
But mostly they were lies I told; it wasn’t my fault, I
Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can’t wait.
Calculate “owner earnings” to get a true reflection of value.
We deserved to lose and it was a good result for us,
It’s really difficult for me. Language, I am sorry that I haven’t. I think I just always expected
They were devils incarnate.
In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers.
Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want
A dog in a kennel barks at his fleas — a hunting dog does not feel them.
Before I even took pictures I knew that I wanted to have them as hard copy memories.