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Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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—
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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?
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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…
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
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…