#AmericanWriters
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 like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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…
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…
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…
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
It’s night
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
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering