:11:02
ln the house of love
:11:08
l know the dream
:11:12
That you're dreamin' of
:11:16
l know the word
:11:21
That you long to hear
:11:25
l know your deepest
:11:30
Secret fear
:11:34
l know
:11:37
Everything
:11:41
l love it
when you sing to me.
:11:44
That's 'cause...
:11:46
l'm the poet
and you're my muse.
:11:52
"Lions in the street, roaming.
:11:52
"Lions in the street, roaming.
:11:55
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming.
:11:59
A beast, caged in the heart
of the city, rotting...
:12:02
in the summer ground.
:12:04
He fled the town...
:12:06
left the chaos and disorder
back there--u
:12:08
Hey, everybody.
Here's the nuptial couple.
:12:12
What am l gonna do
about all these papers?
:12:15
- Get a drink.
- Jim.
:12:18
You really need somebody
to organize all this stuff.
:12:21
Your handwriting
is just like a little kid.
:12:25
Look at this. l wonder if William Blake
was ever this disorganized.
:12:33
- You're trying too hard.
- l'm gonna be your editor now.
:12:36
l'm gonna organize all this stuff
and take out all the "fuck" words.
:12:41
- Honey, you're trying too hard.
- No, l'm not.
:12:45
There's some great poetry here,
some wonderful ideas.
:12:49
Come on in!
:12:52
- Hey, Jimbo!
- Hey, man.
:12:54
Hi, baby.
How's it goin'?
:12:57
- Yo, Ray.
- Hey, Dog, how you doin'?