Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Dec 30, 2004 12:28:48 GMT
Soon They will be here Who? O gentle listener, soon
I write these words in The narrow privacy of my cell To a Mexican girl
Jailer, I hear your keys Dangling & clamouring In the long hallway
Great Hiway along the great ocean I can give you a ride a little further up the line
Toward the city
The universe, one line is a long snake & we each are facets on its jewelled skin It moves inexorably, slowly Winding peristaltic intestinal Phallic orgasmic ass-wiggling Slow. Fuck shit piss till The skin of the dead beast Shivers in hair raising waves of love. Die brute. Claim your world. Join the snake on its slow journey
The eye of the pilot plane screams mute cloudly the head jet sensing the city. Streak to the stars
But old snake moves & god rolls slow in its progress around to the end. If he bites his own tail the earth will be born
This was apparently written by Jim in June 1971 whilst in Paris and was featured on e-bay as the last poetry he wrote....what truth there is in this I have no way of knowing.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
Post by mywildlove4371 on Jul 14, 2005 18:07:04 GMT
How much was it going for...just curious.. I had not read this one either! very good, only the person writing it can know exactly what everything means and why it all ties together. Everyone else has the freedom to see and take from it their own personal feeling or meaning...one of the things i love most about jims poetry!!
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jul 14, 2005 21:48:23 GMT
I dunno as I don't bother much with the prices of this kinda stuff.....as long as it gets into the public domain of Doors fans that all I care about. Sounds to me as if Jim was very angry writing this and now knowing the conduct of his so called friends and band mates in 1971 its easy to see why. Wonder what else was hidden away in that Fascination 127 box....... Its time really that all this stuff found its way to a Lost Writings part 3. Its criminal in my view that we can have a new 'BestOf' or a reissue of all the first six albums in some fucking state of the art sound but we can't have something really important like Jim's poetry from Paris or the audio of his 1970 birthday session...... All of this trial shit and arguing with Rays tribute band really does detract from the important things this time of year......34 years ago one of America's most promising poets died in Paris and the best way to have remembered him after so long would be to put his words out for all to see. The world does NOT need another new improved version of 'Light My Fuckin' Fire' but it could have done with a copy of Morrison's last poetry and his spoken word from 1970. Damn shame!
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on May 4, 2006 13:00:27 GMT
here is the actual pages of that fianl poetry.....auctioned for a lot of money in 2001
Final Book of Poetry by Jim Morrison Written within a month of his death (July 3, 1971).
Moments In Time is proud to announce the acquisition of the Final Book of Poetry kept by Jim Morrison. Written entirely in Morrison's hand, this extraordinary discovery was given to Morrison's roommate the day before his death. It offers deep insight into Morrison's tormented last days. An auction is scheduled for June, 2001 with details to be announced soon. Private offers over $325,000. shall be considered before auction, for immediate sale. Arrangements can be made to view the original book of poetry. We will be happy to respond to your inquiries. Starting auction bid ..........$225,000.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jun 19, 2006 8:27:03 GMT
jerk bait scrotum inc
but don't leave you stranded on some foreign shore crying aloud asking for more
jerks, bats, baits
unborn glorious sexual cool I'm finally dead
Wonder if Pamela knew about this mysterious room-mate? I doubt very much this was given to soemone the 'day' before his death.....but you never know...nice bit of drama to sell it by......Jim was probably scribbling stuff into his notebooks whenever it came to mind so why would he 'give' his notebook to someone on July the 2nd as I am sure he planned to use it thoughout the coming weeks....... It certainly offers an insight into his frame of mind if it was written in late June. And considering the fact he had probably left The Doors already and thier backstabbing (and also hypocritical) amendment to The Doors contract that they presented him with in March 1971 to prevent him from forming a band in Europe and calling it The Doors he had plenty of reasons to harbour resentments against his former workmates. We will never know if this was in his mind when he wrote this or even when he wrote this as definitive information on these kind of items is never that easy to find. The only person who could probably say for sure when this was written is dead....he died on July 3rd and with it he took his reasons for writing it. Unless he kept a diary and recorded notes on the works he was producing in Paris which seems unlikely then the validity of the last poems will always be in question as he never (from the handwritten poetry in the public domain) seemed to add dates to the work he did....pity!..
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
thats an interesting bit of writing....what do you actually think he meant by it?
[glow=red,2,300]unborn glorious sexual cool I'm finally dead[/glow]
do you think he was actualy welcoming death for some reason? perhaps he felt his health decling for numerous reasons. or perhaps he was feeling really down about things because he didnt actually like the way his life had unfolded..i.e. the arrests, the band becoming moribund etc
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jun 19, 2006 21:34:47 GMT
I guess it depends on when it was written.........he had plenty of good moments after Miami and the LA Woman sessions would have been a highlight....but as you say The Doors had seen better days concert wise so Dallas and New Orleans must have been low spots for him.............If it was written in Paris in June then maybe the world was beginning to get him down...........and the best way he had to express the depression he felt was with writing......it certainly seems like a dig at The Doors..... jerk bait scrotum inc thats the way I read that line........ The rumours that they were rehearsing with Mike Stull that Siddons has mentioned this last few years may well have made it across to Paris.........maybe he felt aggrieved that they could not wait even to give him the chance to say he was done with The Doors............ Maybe 'I'm finally dead' is a play on the times he was thought to be dead when with The Doors and a reference to the fact he no longer felt himself a Door?
There is a lot of stuff we don't know about this period and The Doors will never let us in on it voluntarily as it goes against the Official History/Myth and would affect sales........(we only found out about the contract amendment because of the trial) I don't think for a second anymore that Jim was going back to be a Door and he had every right to feel betrayed by them as they indeed had every right to feel betrayed by him............ June 1971 is a month I would love to hear a lot more about from both the perspective of The Doors Trio and Jim in Paris. It certainly seems like Jim was not in a good mood that day........
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jun 20, 2006 10:26:21 GMT
Cheers mate for that.......so its up for auction again.
I put the info here as it will dissapear once the auction is done.....interesting that in 5 years the price has dropped quite a bit since 2001.... Also VERY interesting that they use Stephen Davis as a reference for its origins........this version of events has always been extremely dubious (as is the Paris street musician tale which is extremely unlikely as well) but we will never know for sure as Jim's dead.....People can say anything they like now as he's gone as is Pamela who was the only other witness to events in Paris from the Morrison perspective. After all those involved did not GIVE these things away they made a decent amount of money off the tapes which they sold to a bootlegger and the notebook. Its not like they said 'oh Jim left his stuff here one night whilst drunk...please see that it gets back to his dependants'........ Morrison could have been laid drunk and they just stole them off him for all we know. Maybe they thought he was that pissed he would forget anyway.
But for a reputable auction house to use a very disreputable source like Davis is bizarre to say the least.......
Sold with a colour Polaroid photograph of Morrison taken during his time in Paris. The ghostly shot captures him staring out the window of the apartment where he would eventually die and is believed to be one of the last photographs taken of him. (2)
And it was hardly one of the final photos taken of him as if it was taken on arrival in Paris in April (as he is bearded then) its more than likely in a hotel (perhaps Le Maris) not 17 rue Beautreillis as has been put forward in Davis book.....Davis says March and Jim was probably still in LA then. Jim and Pam stayed in a few hotels in Paris as well as took a trip around France Spain and North Africa so it was likely May before they moved into the flat.....we do not know who actually took the photo so its hard to say where it actually is taken....it looks like a hotel room to me.....but who knows it could have been taken anywhere really....maybe it was rue Beautreillis just before he had a shave..... very poor research by the auction house depending on a book like that for information......
Sale 2161 Lot 77
The Doors Jim Morrison's last handwritten notebook, Paris 1971 together with one of the final photographs taken of him A very rare, important and insightful lot comprising a seemingly innocuous stenographers spiral bound notebook with 20 pages of handwritten musings, stanzas, finished, unfinished and reworked poems and lyrics in blue ballpoint pen in the hand of a deeply troubled Jim Morrison possibly started prior to his departure from Los Angeles and the majority written during his last days in Paris. Jim Morrison using the alias (part of his name) 'James Douglas' - arrived in Paris in March 1971 to take a break from performing and to concentrate on his writing. His long time girlfriend Pamela Courson (who used the name Morrison on occasion) had travelled before him and arranged for them to rent the large 19th Century apartment in the Fourth Arrondissement of model and starlet Elizabeth Lariviere known as Zozo, where Jim planned to spend his days writing. Jim had a habit of carrying several spiral bound notebooks with him at all times - to jot down notes, poems and ideas as they came to him, he took some of these notebooks with him when he packed for Paris. Throughout June of 1971 Jim carried a white plastic shopping bag from the Samaritaine department store with him wherever he went. It usually contained one or two of his spiral notebooks, some personal photographs, a tape of his 1970 birthday poetry reading a pack of Marlboros, a lighter, a few ballpoint pens and some interviews and articles about The Doors. Jim found it increasingly difficult to write, becoming unsettled, erratic and ultimately ill and resorted to his old ways of drinking hard - on one drunken occasion in June picking up a none too talented pair of buskers and bringing them to a studio, insisting they record with him. Jim felt one rendition of Orange County Suite produced during this ad hoc session had produced some interesting results but did not having the means to listen to his reel to reel recording of it. A few days later he bumped in to Zozo's boyfriend, Philippe Dalecky who had the means to make a cassette from Jim's reel to reel at his home studio in his apartment on the Rue Chalgrin. Having made the tape, Jim keen to listen to it left in an excited hurry. Dalecky noticed that he has left his plastic bag behind - he ran after him shouting that he had forgotten it to which Jim, now half way down the block, shouted back All right… keep it… see you later… bye! The next day Dalecky travelled to Saint Tropez with Zozo. He would never see Morrison again. The hazy circumstances of his untimely death are well documented. Stephen Davis, author of The Last Days of Jim Morrison has studied the notebook in some depth. The contents of Jim's last notebook are 'full of stanza's and imagery - it represents a confident and finished sequence of poems'. 'Several pages are variants of older poems, such as The Ancient Ones, Winter Photography and The Hitchhiker. Other pages contain only one or two lines, but variations in the writing style indicate they may have been thought over for days. The notebook contains both wonderful new poems and scabrous jottings: JERK-BAIT SCROTUM, INC. and Fuck Shit Piss Cunt. A previously unknown poem, Impossible Garden, refers to a beautiful savage like me and the most insane whore in Christendom. A new song lyric, Now You Are in Danger, seems to sum up Jim's Paris idyll: Let the piper call the tune/March, April, May, June. The next page contains short lyrics for a blues song: We're two of a kind/We're two of a kind/You want yours, and I want mine.' 'Page 17 contains one line: She'll get over it. Page 18: What can I say? What can I do? I thought you found my sexual affection stimulating Page 19: UMHM/Glorious sexual cool/I'm finally dead Page 20: In that year we were blessed/By a great visitation of energy. Sold with a colour Polaroid photograph of Morrison taken during his time in Paris. The ghostly shot captures him staring out the window of the apartment where he would eventually die and is believed to be one of the last photographs taken of him. (2)
Estimate £ 80,000-100,000 REFERENCE: Davis, Stephen 'The Life and Death of Jim Morrison', 2004
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jun 20, 2006 14:55:15 GMT
Thats interesting.......they obviously could not do anything about it in 2001 and as such I doubt they can have claim over it in 2006.....but would be interesting to know what the thoughts of these people was concerning this sale.........
I care nothing for these people myself other than we probably stand more chance of seeing this through them than via some private collector who might hoard this in the hope he/she gets more than was paid 10/20 years down the line..........though the price 5 years ago seems to rule that out......maybe the prospective buyer plans a book like this new one due out next year from the R&RHOF curator?
If The Doors were not so full of shit they would buy the bloody thing and get it into the public domain but there is more chance of ME getting my hands on it than that lot putting their hands in their pockets.... Hell they thought so much of the bloke they could not be arced to visit him till they saw how much he was worth to them nor could be bothered to buy him a decent gravestone or pay to clean up the shit around his grave........
I guess the coupla pages we are given a glimpse of is all we the fans will see of this in the short term...........I guess we have to be content with the bootleg of the session that Jim 'gave' his pal to look after and the bit of poetry such as the three books and the Paris Journal........
Its a shame as Jim was writing a screenplay by all accounts in paris as well as poems, songs, and who knows what his Miami trial jottings contained...... fascinating stuff....would be nice to get the chance to read some more of this....
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
I love the spin they put on the photograph, it's only ghostly because Jim eventually died in Paris. Had Morrison come back from Paris that pic could easily have showed up in a rock magazine with the caption: Jim Morrison bathed in light in Paris.
The poems I think for the most part drop down into scatalogical juvenalia, while their are some flashes of the poet in these last poems he seems to resort to his earliest attempts and throw things in there more to shock than poetry. Probably better as a device to show where Morrison's head was at than poetry.
Post by strangenightvstone on Jun 24, 2006 2:28:42 GMT
jym said:
I love the spin they put on the photograph, it's only ghostly because Jim eventually died in Paris. Had Morrison come back from Paris that pic could easily have showed up in a rock magazine with the caption: Jim Morrison bathed in light in Paris.
The poems I think for the most part drop down into scatalogical juvenalia, while their are some flashes of the poet in these last poems he seems to resort to his earliest attempts and throw things in there more to shock than poetry. Probably better as a device to show where Morrison's head was at than poetry.
Considering Jim had likely been sniffing heroin, I find it ghostly. That photo is a moment leading up to death. He might be listening to the woman across the courtyard play the piano.
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2006 2:29:51 GMT by polishedchrome
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jul 28, 2006 23:20:59 GMT
Ended up going for £72,000 which is a lot less than it was first sold for.........seems Jim is not that great an investment nowadays sadly..............
Might mean the buyer will publish this in an attempt to recoup part of their investment.......lets hope so.....
The auction was on the BBC News yesterday and seemed quite an occasion.....though Jim's jottings were not mentioned on the item of course.........
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
I love the spin they put on the photograph, it's only ghostly because Jim eventually died in Paris. Had Morrison come back from Paris that pic could easily have showed up in a rock magazine with the caption: Jim Morrison bathed in light in Paris.
The poems I think for the most part drop down into scatalogical juvenalia, while their are some flashes of the poet in these last poems he seems to resort to his earliest attempts and throw things in there more to shock than poetry. Probably better as a device to show where Morrison's head was at than poetry.
I agree to the "scatalogical juvenalia". What else than in a complete mess could he have been? Although I really like lines that just say "She' ll get over it". Eventhough there's not many words, it carries an atmosphere. It can be about anything, but to write a small thought like that down, turns it into some kind of captured moment and gains an importance. In Morrison's last writings he is back to throwing things in indeed, but also losing a lot of the mysterious, psychedelic imagery he used earlier on, and becomes more personal at times. The actual contents of Fascination 127, the photo's Pam is said to have put in his coffin, notebooks, tapes, pictures, we' ll never get to see it all, unless there'll be some kind of great exhibition, but I find that very hard to imagine happening. Besides: we have no right to see it all I guess, we're just fans, not family. £72.000 is a shitload of money, but I'd pay it if I could.
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Aug 7, 2006 11:31:33 GMT
You both make a decent point but lets not forget that these are just notes Morrison was making ....he probably did that all his life ....made notes and then gathered them into coherent form when he got the time...........its a great bit of History and I for one hope to see this stuff published...........I have seen net criticism of the standard of the poetry here but its unfair as Jim Morrison was not presenting any of this as a finished work........its best to judge this stuff as what it is........simply part of the mechanics of Jim Morrisons poetry.......like a band making a rough demo of a song that was never meant to go any further than the band but ends up on a special edition CD.........
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Aug 11, 2006 13:44:01 GMT
More on the sale of the notebook....this makes no sense as Moments In Time were selling the exact same notebook in 2001
Page from the 2001 Moments In Time sale
EXACT same page from 2006 Cooper Owen Sale
This was The End: Jim Morrison's final notebook and photograph put up for sale
Twenty pages of handwritten poems and lyrics in the last notebook used by the singer Jim Morrison before his death 35 years ago are to be sold at auction.
The notebook, which is expected to make up to £100,000, was left behind in a plastic bag when Morrison borrowed a friend's home studio to make a tape. It has been kept since by the owner of the studio, Philippe Dalecky, whose girlfriend at the time, Elizabeth Lariviere, was a friend of Morrison's lover, Pamela Courson.
He has now decided to sell it at a Cooper Owen's Music Legends sale at the Abbey Road studios in London on 28 July. It is being auctioned with a photograph of the 27-year-old singer which was also in the bag.
Speaking from France yesterday, M. Dalecky, a French music producer now aged 57, said he had not known who Morrison was when they were introduced. "If it was Jimi Hendrix I would have kissed his feet because he was my hero. Later I realised the depth of my ignorance, but our relationship was pretty easy because I was not a fan," he said.
"He was like a shooting star in my life. I saw him about seven, eight, 10 times in about a month and a half. He was not the aggressive drug addict person that has been described many times. He was really cool and collected."
Yet M. Dalecky said that Morrison already looked much older than 27. "His heart was the heart of an old man. He drank too much, he had too many drugs, you could see through the look in his eyes that he was kind of fed up. He lived too fast in a few years."
A sense of that world-weariness was evident in the notebook, M. Dalecky said. "On the penultimate page, it says: 'Umhm/Glorious sexual cool/I'm finally dead' - like a premonition, like he was expecting his death, like he had had enough already."
Jim Morrison had moved to Paris with Pamela Courson to take a break from performing and to concentrate on writing. He was already in the habit of carrying notebooks. And in Paris, throughout the month before his death, he began carrying them in a white plastic shopping bag from the Samaritaine department store, also including personal photographs, a tape of his 1970 birthday poetry reading, cigarettes, pens and articles about the Doors.
When Morrison found it hard to write, he resorted to drink and on one occasion picked up a pair of buskers to record with him in the studio. He did not have the means to listen to the resulting reel-to-reel recording, but Philippe Dalecky had the facilities to make a tape of it.
Morrison was so thrilled with the cassette he left in a hurry. When M. Dalecky noticed the forgotten carrier bag, he called after Morrison half-way down the block. "He looked up and said, 'OK, just keep it,' and that was the last I saw of him," M. Dalecky said. The singer was found dead in his bath on 3 July 1971 from heart failure aggravated by heavy drinking.
Stephen Davis, the author of The Last Days of Jim Morrison, has seen the notebook. "It represents a confident and finished sequence of poems," he said. Some are variants of older poems, such as "The Ancient Ones", "Winter Photography" and "The Hitchhiker".
But there is one previously unknown poem, "Impossible Garden", which refers to "a beautiful savage like me" and "the most insane whore in Christendom", and a new song lyric, "Now You Are In Danger".
Some pages contain just a few jottings with page 17 containing one line: "She'll get over it."
M. Dalecky would like the notebook to go back to the US, but is not sad to be selling. "It's been around me for these 35 years and I think it's time for me to let it go," he said. Louise Cooper, of Cooper Owen, said: "This is one of the most incredible items we have put up for sale. Jim's last days are a mystery to us all and this notebook sheds a little more light on the state of his mind before his tragic death."
Twenty pages of handwritten poems and lyrics in the last notebook used by the singer Jim Morrison before his death 35 years ago are to be sold at auction.
The notebook, which is expected to make up to £100,000, was left behind in a plastic bag when Morrison borrowed a friend's home studio to make a tape. It has been kept since by the owner of the studio, Philippe Dalecky, whose girlfriend at the time, Elizabeth Lariviere, was a friend of Morrison's lover, Pamela Courson.
He has now decided to sell it at a Cooper Owen's Music Legends sale at the Abbey Road studios in London on 28 July. It is being auctioned with a photograph of the 27-year-old singer which was also in the bag.
Speaking from France yesterday, M. Dalecky, a French music producer now aged 57, said he had not known who Morrison was when they were introduced. "If it was Jimi Hendrix I would have kissed his feet because he was my hero. Later I realised the depth of my ignorance, but our relationship was pretty easy because I was not a fan," he said.
"He was like a shooting star in my life. I saw him about seven, eight, 10 times in about a month and a half. He was not the aggressive drug addict person that has been described many times. He was really cool and collected."
Yet M. Dalecky said that Morrison already looked much older than 27. "His heart was the heart of an old man. He drank too much, he had too many drugs, you could see through the look in his eyes that he was kind of fed up. He lived too fast in a few years."
A sense of that world-weariness was evident in the notebook, M. Dalecky said. "On the penultimate page, it says: 'Umhm/Glorious sexual cool/I'm finally dead' - like a premonition, like he was expecting his death, like he had had enough already."
Jim Morrison had moved to Paris with Pamela Courson to take a break from performing and to concentrate on writing. He was already in the habit of carrying notebooks. And in Paris, throughout the month before his death, he began carrying them in a white plastic shopping bag from the Samaritaine department store, also including personal photographs, a tape of his 1970 birthday poetry reading, cigarettes, pens and articles about the Doors. When Morrison found it hard to write, he resorted to drink and on one occasion picked up a pair of buskers to record with him in the studio. He did not have the means to listen to the resulting reel-to-reel recording, but Philippe Dalecky had the facilities to make a tape of it.
Morrison was so thrilled with the cassette he left in a hurry. When M. Dalecky noticed the forgotten carrier bag, he called after Morrison half-way down the block. "He looked up and said, 'OK, just keep it,' and that was the last I saw of him," M. Dalecky said. The singer was found dead in his bath on 3 July 1971 from heart failure aggravated by heavy drinking.
Stephen Davis, the author of The Last Days of Jim Morrison, has seen the notebook. "It represents a confident and finished sequence of poems," he said. Some are variants of older poems, such as "The Ancient Ones", "Winter Photography" and "The Hitchhiker".
But there is one previously unknown poem, "Impossible Garden", which refers to "a beautiful savage like me" and "the most insane whore in Christendom", and a new song lyric, "Now You Are In Danger".
Some pages contain just a few jottings with page 17 containing one line: "She'll get over it."
M. Dalecky would like the notebook to go back to the US, but is not sad to be selling. "It's been around me for these 35 years and I think it's time for me to let it go," he said. Louise Cooper, of Cooper Owen, said: "This is one of the most incredible items we have put up for sale. Jim's last days are a mystery to us all and this notebook sheds a little more light on the state of his mind before his tragic death."
By Louise Jury, Arts Correspondent The Independent 04 July 2006
Some other views of the notebook from Cooper Owen Auction.....
A member of the auction house staff shows off a handwritten notebook from US rockstar Jim Morrison, containing his last thoughts and musings, on display in London, Wednesday, July 26, 2006.
Now you are in danger old sheep Now you are in danger
When the true kings murderers are allowed to run free A 1000 magicians arise in the night
So I say have fun until the whole shithouse goes up in smoke get your favourite girl & run
Can't you feel it now that spring has come it's time to play in the scattered sun it's time to run
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Sept 1, 2008 12:20:01 GMT
Some more pages
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"