Don’t write. Don’t phone. Don’t wait outside my door in the rain. Yes, I adore you. I’d do anything for you, except ever see you again. Your sorrow is so tangible

Is this one Wagner's Ring? There's a cycle in it somewhere. We'll know the show is over when the Fat Lady sings. There's a cycle in it somewhere, and the Nibelungen Ring.

Lord you have answered my prayers: Samuel, my child, has been healed by your hands... miracles are the handiwork of your fingers. Few things have I done for you O Lord,

Henri Rousseau Meets Frank O’Hara It’s a jungle out there, Frank. I know, Henri. Was it you who brought all this humid weather over from Brooklyn? There are tigers roaming Central

Sunlight shone on the cobblestone streets, revealing the cracked streets, as well as the decaying bones that littered the streets.

Here is where I died

Just keep testing me and i'll carry on throwing punches untill I miss, give up and sod it.