They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw themselves out of windows, they pull their eyes out of the sockets, reject love reject hate reject,reject.
they do'nt make it the beautiful can't endure, they are butterflies they are doves they are sparrows, they dont make it.
onetall shot of flame while the old men play checkers in the park one flame,one good flame while the old men play checkers in the park in the sun.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful.
they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
lovley and brilliant: life and suidcide and death as the old men play checkers in the sun in the park.