Wallace Stevens. Very blue today. Mediocre existence in corporate life matasticizing in me. If it were part time, I could take it, like a joke section of my day. But it drains my blood from dark to dark, and perques aren't a warm moist hand helping me up, or even writing up a proposal to.
I have no more feelings for you to siphon, to quell your jealousy. Both of you.