#AmericanWriters #Suicide
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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.
It’s night
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
