On a set you need bush rebels, that numbing little chair while pa… If we knock 'em out seven precincts are going to show… It looks like you don’t need oil.

As I sit looking out of a window… I wish I did not have to write th… I look down into the street and se… And envy them—they are so far away… Not one of them has to worry about…

And in a little while we broke und… suppurations ad nauseam, the wanti… though it‘s simply about being mys… like any tree in any forest. Mute, the pancake describes you.

One died, and the soul was wrenche… Of the other in life, who, walking… Wrapped in an identity like a coat… The same corners, volumetrics, sha… Under trees. Farther than anyone…

On the secret map the assassins Cloistered, the Moon River was ma… Near the eighteen peaks and the ci… Of humiliation and defeat—wan endi… Of the trail among dry, papery lea…

Alone with our madness and favorit… We see that there really is nothin… Or rather, it is necessary to writ… In the same way, repeating the sam… For love to continue and be gradua…

You can’t say it that way any more… Bothered about beauty you have to Come out into the open, into a cle… And rest. Certainly whatever funn… Is OK. To demand more than this…

Oh there once was a woman and she kept a shop selling trinkets to tourists not far from a dock who came to see what life could be

And now everyone must sleep. The kiddies are silent for awhile, And yes, singly or in pairs, they come down to the water’s edge… immutably. Rev up the old flivver,…

We were sitting there, and I made a joke about how it doesn’t dovetail: time, one minute running out faster than the one in front

No changes of support—only Patches of gray, here where sunlig… The house seems heavier Now that they have gone away. In fact it emptied in record time.