Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All.

The Silence Between Us Was So Profound I Thought Part Of It Must Be My Fault.

I Am Flushed And Warm. I Think I May Be Enormous, I Am So Stupidly Happy, My Wellingtons Squelching And Squelching Through The Beautiful Red.

I Drink Sherry And Wine By Myself Because I Like It And I Get The Sensuous Feeling Of Indulgence...luxury, Bliss, Erotic-tinged.

I Don’t Care About Anyone, And The Feeling Is Quite Obviously Mutual.