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O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a