#Americans #Suicide
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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.
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
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.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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—
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…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
