#AmericanWriters #Suicide
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…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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—
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
It’s night
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
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.