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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 girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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.
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
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 ...
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
For Marcia
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…
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
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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.