isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t