#Americans #Suicide
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
It’s night
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
For Marcia
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.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
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
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
