Caprice
Bush’s tone has been his policy and his policy a function of his tone, in cartoon synchronicity.
Echoes
Imagine the whoosh of a lifted arm, or the terrible racket atoms get to when you make a fist.
Smoke Gets In My Eyes
In Vienna of 1967, I felt sadness and a sense of being on the edge of something.
The favor of their voices
Teens respect noise. They complain about having to learn 18 pages of words.
Via Dei Malcontenti
Dirty Man opens my package and prepares it for the "doctor," whom I call "the injector."
Pian, piano
In L.A., people want be somewhere else with someone else. It's always more, more, more.
Swimming Pool
Later, in the house, he said: “Wait around and you’ll see Ava. She does grace us from time to time.”
Ally allies
After reciting the secret Gory Oath — “Yeti! Betty! Netty!” — we trudged upstairs.
Spleen
I’d over-painted the larynx. I’d botched the intestines. It stood to reason the penis had been spared my wrath.
Non c’è più
Frady brought a sheaf of poems. He said the writing kept him occupied in the worst of times.
Regional carcinoma
At noon we get white rice, boiled chicken leg and instant mashed potatoes made with water.