If I see him again, I will complain to no one nowhere. There is not a reliable complaint department.

In my dream, I am cutting the lawn at my grandfather’s house.

her mother was Japanese and her father an American stationed at the Futenma air station

reading the news he discovers the boys at NASA are using something called

I see dead bodies rising up as if under some mystical persuasion, bodies going home,

Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…

this leg a genetic mutation bent askew a latitude of pain. take

sitting here very quietly listening to the world. the rhythm… thump of a drain drop repeated fro… far off a car laboring to reach di… the beat of a bass

nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt

Leeza dances drunkenly near the ed… Death is two inches away. I see her tumbling end over end a broken screaming windmill.

Christ, I need a drink. I know my liver is toast and drinking is a death sentence. I know all this. But I cannot think of an elixir that takes me down from the dark place and force-feed...

It was Andrei Tarkovsky who said the artist feeds on his childhood his entire life.

I take a suitcase of downbeat irrelevancies and memories with me through

It was the liver and the lungs. He had no idea how long the mundane and predictable episode would last…

It is really getting to me. Everyone is talking about death. I heard an old friend died