I would be psyched to have one as a pet.
What’s a typewriter?
Well, now I’ll have an answer.
Who knows why anything?
Some people are like that.
He sold drinks and rented rooms.
He did not mind dancing alone.
It was very easy to tell that he was a fairy.
It was he who danced alone.
But she lives by it.
This is of course a metaphor.
She is tall and handsome and sly and courageous.
At fourteen he was brave but reckless.
Aren’t we all friends here?
Even if it’s for only an hour or so.
All humans, no matter what they do, like very much to be liked.
No matter where in the world.
Night, too, has its advantages.
At sunset we are all still together.
“And always a village, never a town.”
Her eyes, opaquely glinting in the moonlight.
Again his mind felt overrun by the lapping waves of time.
This was a bad breakup.
It had taken years before their affair was truly over.
You had to really cultivate an ending.
The love that had protected him began to fall away.
The language that she spoke was no longer spoken anywhere on earth.
Where are you going?
Where are you coming from?
The music sounded like fists beating at the wall.
This was a very important question.
It’s changing all the time.
You don’t want me to grow up.
There is so much about yourself that you do not recall.
I don’t think that’s really accurate, sir.
Ancestral superstitions still hovered over the islanders’ minds.
The secret depths her smile concealed.
Everyone has to wear clothes.
Gone Fishin’
The bog crickets were doing a raspy ventriloquy of the stars.
You know nothing about her.
Do something crazy, stupid … .
She wouldn’t know where to begin.
It was a very young face.
Once he had a car, it would be no great challenge to sleep with a girl or a woman.
It’s unlikely that you’ve ever visited.
He had celery-green eyes.
It’s easy to let that happen.
Everything dissolves like sugar in water.
Where has she gone and what has she become?
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