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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.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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 a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…