#Americans #Suicide
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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 Lake...
It’s night
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
