#Americans #Suicide
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—
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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.
It’s night
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…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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.
