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A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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.
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
For Marcia
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair