Intro... Draw... Poems.. (She laughed that way - by raising her chin: and pushing neck into shoulders: and so up: through her teeth.) Also because of the old inferiority complex: I don't trust the amazement of others: which is addressed to me: maybe the recognition - will sound better - because I am insecure. (Exactly! :as if this her: "hee-hee" - she directed a little to heaven coquettishly.) I don't believe in its selflessness: I do all this because: I love to be amazed: this is the most important word in art - the amazement - and: no one else's work - only mine - can provide me: such a complex degree of sparkling amazement. (She handed me ice cream: and pulled up her sweater: just above the edge of her white panties - I read: "the supple circle onscribed herself: to the tender square" - that's mine - I was amazed)Back... Along.. More...