I don't want to live - I want to love first, and live incidentally
Excuse me for being so intellectual. I know you would prefer something nice and feminine and affectionate.
Mr. Fitzgerald, I believe that is how he spells his name, seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
Everything pursues its own ends and skies stay warm + beneficent - though winter time always leaves many vagrant nostalgias and a sense of more supply than demand of Time and of the portentousness of the weather.
I wish I had been what I thought I was; and so debonnaire; and so debonnaire.
