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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
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
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.
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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.
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 ...