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Dear Tony... Your last mail found me broken. The ravages of heroin are nothing compared to the ravages of love. A broken heart will leave you looking like death overnight... I'm on my fifth day. God, I wish I had religion now. I've been wandering around looking for tall buildings to throw myself from. I seriously don't know what to do or where to go. My body reminds me of her.... that apartment and the city too. I'm living in a torture chamber. Words are utterly useless now.
My Wingless Love... I am walking through the remains of our city and war and remembrance and beautiful summer days blown apart by allied bombs are all in the air. Round the back, from some hall, floating through this strange mystique of time there comes music from another age. Happiness seems somewhere here, My Darling, but it's just out of reach. It always is. Your beauty is everywhere and is inescapable. God knows how I will survive... Or if I want to. I wanted to stroll around with you forever. I wanted a lifetime of your comfort and sexuality and kindness. It is the 12th of July 2013 and once again I am in ruins.
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...and
tragedy is unpreparable, she gives no advance warning or sign. The birds don’t
scatter from the trees and the dogs don’t cower or run for cover. No,
when tragedy arrives she blows in on a calm and silent wind, and it’s
very similar to the one that's blowing right now...
The Drunken Boat is back....
Tragedy Comes on a Calm Wind Part 2 will open the summer prospectus of tragedy....
Soyez prudent mes amis, this world is a cruel and merciless place. X
