#AmericanWriters
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
For Marcia
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.