The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

I don’t think you like

people,” she said, pulling her short skirt down

as much as possible.

“just to fuck with,” I said

I don’t think you like

people,” she said, pulling her short skirt down

as much as possible.

“just to fuck with,” I said

I don’t think you like

people,” she said, pulling her short skirt down

as much as possible.

“just to fuck with,” I said

but

I’ve also found that

good men

neither talk about their virtues or

their possibilities,

—strike deep here

need SECURITY, said Hansen. I need a perpetual FATHER

and a GOOD JOB or my work is

HINDERED

the past can only take place in the PRESENT, if you

FUCK ALL MEANING! Bob suddenly screams

Allen says

he writes all the time as much as possible;

it’s like hanging a coat in a closet: you’ve

got to get in there. reasonableness may not be

enchanting, but said Allen, it is REWARDING.

be careful, she said, it says

there is danger of shock, and I told

her: I am immortal, I can’t get or

be killed.

and I sat down as the

stupid fingers of my mind reached around the room