#AmericanWriters
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.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a