I’ll affect you slowlyas if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants.It won’t rain.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

I will be very careful the next time I fall in love, she told herself. Also, she had made a promise to herself that she intended on keeping. She was never going to go out...

He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.

Hinged to forgetfulnesslike a door,she slowly closed out ofsight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof her dreams.

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.

Our names were made for us in another century.

Kadınlar neden buna benzer bedenleri olmasını isterler bir türlü anlamıyorum. Ne kadar acayip görünüyor, onlar da kalkıp böyle bir bedene sahip olmak için deli gibi uğraşıyorlar, ne pahasına olursa olsun, diyetlere, ameliyatlara, iğnelere, açık saçık...

The Beautiful Poem”I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you.Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penisaffectionately.Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes mefeel beautiful.

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...

We could see the children’s toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that...

She had a voice that made Pearl Harbor seem like a lullaby.

I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves.I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads.I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house:18...

Messy, isn’t it?

Put the coffee on, bubbles, I’m coming home

For fear you will be aloneyou do so many thingsthat aren’t you at all.

all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.

the sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey.i’ve never had it done so gently before.you have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of...