#AmericanWriters
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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…
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 ...
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…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…