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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.
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
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.
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
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—
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
It’s night
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.