#Americans #Suicide
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
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...
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—
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
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…
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
