when it’s all said and done, I’ll have exactly nothing
© Jonathan Kane
all of my causes are already lost
© Jonathan Kane
warm reservation
© Jonathan Kane
there’s only one girl for me
© Jonathan Kane
under the western sky
© Jonathan Kane
don’t think I didn’t notice
© Jonathan Kane
requiem for the flemish bastard
© Jonathan Kane
not for all the free coupons
© Jonathan Kane
you and I: will never be completely done
© Jonathan Kane
likely never to forget
© Jonathan Kane
"Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding—whether to accept us, discard us, exchange us, kill us or whether simply to leave us. In the end it hardly mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane."