We were living in Paris like a regular 19th Century couple.
I'm a brat with a tuba and you're my
phantasmal masseuse!
Blue days in Paris!
Brutal runts and homuncular runes on the Champs-Élysées!
Cellophane opalescence of the cigarette-cafés and the
sauce-pan sarcasm of American super-moms!
I'm your euphonic copycat!
You're my astral recluse!
Bop-nabobs in the Metro and bombs in the suburbs!
Monumental ennui and the blood of unicorns!
Blue days in Paris!
