Englishmen Must Have An Island.

You Remind Me Of A Smoked Cigarette.

The First Lights Of The Evening Were Springing Into Pale Existence. The Ferris Wheel, Pricked Out Now In Lights, Revolved Leisurely Through The Dusk; A Few Empty Cars Of The Roller Coaster Rattled Overhead.

He Dispensed Starlight To Casual Moths.

He Wanted People To Like His Mind Again-after Awhile It Might Be Such A Nice Place In Which To Live.

The Greatest Profound Pain Is Cased By, And Is The Result Of Our Own Illusions, Fantasies And Dreams.