#AmericanWriters #Suicide
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
It’s night
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,