#AmericanWriters
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Do you think of me as often as I think 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
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
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
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.