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And I asked myself about thepresent: how wide it was, how deepit was, how much was mine to keep.—Kurt Vonnegut […]
And I asked myself about thepresent: how wide it was, how deepit was, how much was mine to keep.—Kurt Vonnegut […]
I’m sorry I have to touch dirt, grease, just-rollednoodles drying on the counter. Snot, scabs,broken birdshells, you with my grimy
“‘Now I am become Death, the destroyer ofworlds.’ I suppose we all thought that, oneway or another.”—J. Robert Oppenheimer, creator
after Al Purdy After he makes love to himself the not quite middle aged single man listens to his sigh
We heard they were not American. Not British and not quite French. They were not born in Hong Kong,
We heard there was much to admire about the Americans. Historically. Their cuisine is buffet, all you can overeat.