#AmericanWriters #Suicide
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
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
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
