In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

One day Time will die And love will bury it

He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.

If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat If you will bring the soap I will bring the bleach.

The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.

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.