#Americans #Suicide
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
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…
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to Lake...
For Marcia
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…