I Drank Coffee And Read

The Time Is Right To Mix Sentences With Dirt And The Sun With Punctuation And Rain With Verbs.

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 Thought About It For Awhile, Hiding It From The Rest Of My Mind. But I Didn't Ruin My Birthday By Secretly Thinking About It Too Hard

All Of Us Have A Place In History. Mine Is Clouds.

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.