Richard Brautigan

Messy, isn't it?

For fear you will be aloneyou do so many thingsthat aren__ you at all.

I have emotions__hat are like newspapers that__ead themselves.I go for days at a time__rapped in the want ads.I feel as if I am an ad__or the sale of a haunted house:18 rooms_$37,000__'m yours__hosts and all.

Her hand had a lot of strength gained through the process of gentleness.

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.

The Beautiful Poem"I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you.Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penisaffectionately.Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes mefeel beautiful.

Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.

Our names were made for us in another century.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

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

all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.

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

the sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey.i've never had it done so gently before.you have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of birds.

She had a voice that made Pearl Harbor seem like a lullaby.

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,she slowly closed out of sight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof her dreams.

My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fish come forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.

There was something dead in my heart.I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse.I had a dead mouse in my heart.