#AmericanWriters
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 ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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.
For Marcia
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face