#Americans #Suicide
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.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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.
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 go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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.
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—
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
