#AmericanWriters
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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.
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
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
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.
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…
For Marcia
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 don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.