#AmericanWriters #Suicide
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
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.
