After that first trout I was alone in there. But I didn't<br/>know it until later.
Our names were made for us in another century.
Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.
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.
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.
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.
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 only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.
Messy, isn't it?
Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it
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 conclusion that it was a mouse.I had a dead mouse in my heart.
I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.
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 birds.
We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.
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.
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 boatout on the darkwater.