#Americans #Suicide
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
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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.
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.
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…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
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…
