#Americans #Suicide
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
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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...
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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
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…
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
It’s night
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
