Our names were made for us in another century.
A BoatO beautifulwas the werewolfin his evil forest.We took himto the carnivaland he startedcryingwhen he sawthe Ferris wheel.Electricgreen and red tearsflowed downhis furry cheeks.He lookedlike a boa...
…those doughnuts are a lot better than having a mule kick you in the head,There was no argument there.
She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.
Nereden Gelip GeçerBazen pasaportumu çıkarırfotoğrafıma bakarım(çok iyi değil... vs.)sadece var olduğumu görmek içinTokyo 12 haziran 1976
There was something dead in my heart.I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusio...
The river loved to tell everybody (everybody being the sky, the wind, the few trees that grew around there, birds, deer and even the stars if you can believe that) what a great river it was. I come ro...
The only thing he likes better than a nice juicy homicide is a sirloin steak smothered with onions.
The girl was very pretty and her body was like a clear mountain river of skin and muscle flowing over rocks of bone and hidden nerves.
The fish was a twelve-inch rainbow trout with a huge hump on its back. A hunchback trout.
all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.
USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE. MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink.
The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.
Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.
I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.
In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I will tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.
He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.
My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fish come forward and float in...
Voluntary QuicksandI read the Chronicle this morningas if I were stepping into voluntaryquicksandand watched the news go over my shoeswith forty-four more days of spring.Kent StateAmericaMay 7, 1970