  revisit the Anenberg Collection at the Met., saw I Am My Own Wife. view of the Plaza and Tiffany's... this is what i wanted to say: blog this. stay away: this is called the letting go of bob strategy. white paper tears on the train. the orient express ran over me. a drop of mustard in the palm, the radio on. it is dark, it is light, it is frightening. letting go: letting go: letting go. come June, come June, but from now, from now on. somebody can be letting go... somebody can be letting go... no one will know.
goodbye from now. goodbye. well, i like your voice and i love you and come june i will still mean it, but see, i've got my girl here and you're far and up there and not viable and all. baby in my dream, warm to my chest, afraid it would die, not drink my milk, baby in my dream. this is medusa--her notes and she is alone. to be alone: not a big deal. not a big deal at all. the people came to her and she couldn't stand it, but when she was alone she couldn't stand it either.
she couldn't sing alone or together. either way, it's done, over. and it's nice to hear that you're doing well--the scene and all, and music and hell. and it's so nice to hear--but there, how can i sleep? how can i sleep when you wake me? i will sleep forever. goodbye--letting go of bob. goodbye bob. goodbye b-- 
