I’m an infant narcissist.
I don’t really care about anything except my own body.
I expect the worst—
I don’t really care about anything except my own body.
I expect the worst—
worst bliss, that is—
something better than a bourbon toddy.
Infant narcissist,
something better than a bourbon toddy.
Infant narcissist,
just a flick of your wrist
sails the fly that catches the trout.
You expect the worst
sails the fly that catches the trout.
You expect the worst
luck but you get the best—
Walking With Nobby
(Norman O. Brown, that is)—
Walking With Nobby
(Norman O. Brown, that is)—
by Dale Pendell is on my list
of most interesting books.
So why don’t I read Love’s Body?
Brown’s brain had the worst
So why don’t I read Love’s Body?
Brown’s brain had the worst
luck, plaquing over till he
lost
his sense of smell and finally had to be assisted in the potty.
I’m an infant narcissist.
I expect the worst.
his sense of smell and finally had to be assisted in the potty.
I’m an infant narcissist.
I expect the worst.
