in the middle of the night. Who could forget the war
with its bright floods and its blue geraniums?
I don’t like pain. Or maybe not.
I do like some pain.
Um ... okay.
John Wieners on the bus whispering hello and
“Nothing keeps it together.”
“I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be.
And finally, I became that person.
Or he became me.”
—Archibald Alexander Leach (Cary Grant)
