We Stopped at Perfect Days by Richard Brautigan 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—
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster by Richard Brautigan When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
15% by Richard Brautigan she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI In San Francisco around Easter t trout fishing in America peace par of red stickers printed and they p foreign cars, and on means of nati
Autobiography (Polish It Like a Piece of Silver) by Richard Brautigan 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
It’s Raining in Love by Richard Brautigan I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Poker Star by Richard Brautigan It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Mating Saliva by Richard Brautigan A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.