#AmericanWriters #Suicide
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
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
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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…
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
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
