There Are Spiders Living Comfortably In My

The Bees In My Stomach Are Dead And Getting Used To It.

The American Humorist Sat On His Couch Suffering Thoughts Of Her, Trying To Figure Out How To Win Back Her Affections, Wondering What Had Happened Between Them Or Just Tumbling Head-over-heels Down Into Romantic Oblivion Where The Image Of A Remembered Kiss Provokes Bottomless Despair And Makes Death Seem Like The Right Idea.he Experienced The Basics Of Love Ended.

For Fear You Will Be Alone You Do So Many Things That Aren't You At All.

The Bookstore Was A Parking Lot For Used Graveyards. Thousands Of Graveyards Were Parked In Rows Like Cars. Most Of The Books Were Out Of Print, And No One Wanted To Read Them Any More And The People Who Had Read The Books Had Died Or Forgotten About Them, But Through The Organic Process Of Music The Books Had Become Virgins Again.

I Daydream About A High School Where Everybody Plays The Harmonica: The Students, The Teachers, The Principal, The Janitor And The Cook In The Cafeteria.