#Americans #Suicide
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
