A DREAM... So I spend the day smoking, drinking things, American drugs that addle the senses, and I, smashed on nothing ! If only my rosy nerves had a better brain to hang from... I'd know if it is a dream or not.

Life--- the devil take,
and let the people have it !
I don't even read the book at my beside.
The World nauseates me.
It's a straw mat rolled up,
its beauty faded...