Lauren came into the living-room,stared as May and I scrumpled our clothes and smiled at her. "Hello, Darling," said May, breathlessly.

a guy down and out in tokyo, having his head thoroughly done in. no geishas or golden pavillions in his japan. will he ever find his blue butterfly?

It's not intentional; that is, waking up to find two fresh marks like vampire bites.

Interlude ‘We keep falling like spiders’ she said to Simon, this breaks’ no more than a free fall. Three weeks later Simon makes a map of all the conversational clauses

‘I don’t fight, I quarrel with questions’

I imagined combing his egg head looking for teaspoon smacks.

FRIDAY. 8:53 AM.