#AmericanWriters
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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—
It’s night
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
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…
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
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31