#AmericanWriters #Suicide
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
For Marcia
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
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
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
