Like Life

I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed. France fell, but I didn't fall. I am tired of being the victim of trends I reflect, but do not even understand. I use sex to express every emotion except love. Once I felt guilty because I used cake mix from a box, instead of making it from scratch. I learned to live with that, I can learn to live with this. I'll live to be 100 if I give up all the things that make me want to. I often feel like we're in a Noel Coward play. Someone is always making martinis. I know a lot of interesting people. They're like the cast of a Fellini movie. I'm scared to death of doors, locks, people roaming around in the background, under the trees, in the bushes, I'm absolutely terrified. My relationships have all been bad. Mine have been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud's. I'm completely superfluous. Don't psychoanalyze me. I pay somebody for that.