There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as if I were entering a department store. I caught three trout in the lost and found department.

One day Time will die And love will bury it

Her sunny side was always up.

Your Catfish Friend If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, “It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me,” I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, “I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.