He has a cigarette in his mouth; I think she had it in her’s before.
a white face in a black picture.
Everyone is looking for that something. Everyone has an apparent hole in their chest.
He is charmelon. She is blonde.  He is a poet, or a reporter; a traveling journalist
with glasses.
I don’t know where they’re going; I don’t care.
this is obviously the nature of war--whatever time period.

I like to imagine him taking her back to his place to watch Un Chien Andalou
and read Tzara to eachother, but you know, that probably didn’t happen.
its so great that this picture is from the fifties Cause
you know he’d be something like John, and she’d be something like Susan.
I look at this picture a lot, and I want his
Buddy Holly Frames.