Oh superman.. Oh judge.. Oh mom and dad.. Mom and dad.. Oh superman.. Oh judge.. Oh mom and dad.. Mom and dad.. . Hi, I'm not home right now. but if you want to leave.
And oh it's so beautiful it's like the fourth of july it's like a christmas tree it's like fireflies on a summer night. and I wish I could describe this to you a little better. but I can't talk.
Concentration. Empty your mind.. Let the rest of the world go by.. Hold your breath. Hold your breath. Close your eyes.. . Rocks and stones. Broken bones..
Sometimes I wish I hadn't gotten that tattoo sometimes I wish I'd married you one hundred fires one hundred days sometimes I feel like a stranger sometimes I tell lies (whoa ho) sometimes I act.
My eyes snap open and I get up I say. This must be my lucky day. . Jump up - get out - get on my way. . Every slobbery frog and every mangy dog. That crosses my path reminds me.
Rain keeps pouring down houses are cracking. people drown. cars are rusting here. a church floats by washed in the blood of the lamb. and all the superhighways have disappeared one by one. and a.
Well I stopped in at the body shop said to the guy: I want stereo fm installed in my teeth and take this mole off my back and put it on my cheek. and uh...while I'm here, why don't you give me s.
Last spring, I spent a week in a convent in the Midwest. I'd been invited there to do a series of seminars on language. They'd gotten my name from a list in Washington, from a brochure that described my work as "deals with the spiritual issues of our time", undoubtedly a blurb I had written myself..
There is a hot wind blowing it moves across teh oceand and into every port. a plague. a black plague. there's danger everywhere and you've been sailing. and you're alone on an island now tuning.
A summer night the hot the heat. Sit at my desk fluorescent light. Drawing a picture of a perfect moment. . I saw it once on a grand avenue. That stretched into the distance.
I met this guy - and he looked like might have been a hat check clerk at an ice rink. which, in fact, he turned out to be. and I said: oh boy. right again. let x=x. you know, it could be you. it.
Let's see, uh, it was on an island. And there was this snake. And the snake had legs. And he could walk all around the island. . Yes, that's true, a snake with legs.
Paradise. Is exactly like. Where you are right now. Only much much. Better.. . I saw this guy on the train. And he seemed to have gotten stuck. In one of those abstract trances..
I come very briefly to this place. I watch it move. I watch it shake. kumowaku yamano. watashino sakebi. watashino koewo. ushano kokoku. watashiwa sokoni. watashiwa asobu. mountain with clouds..
Now in this book there are a lot of stories about talking animals: talking snakes, and birds, and fish; and about people who try to communicate with them..
She said: it looks. don't you think it looks a lot like rain? he said: isn't it. isn't it just. isn't it just like a woman? she said: it's hard. it's just hard. it's just kind of hard to say. he.
In our sleep as we speak listen to the drums beat as we speak in our sleep as we speak listen to the drums beat in our sleep in our sleep as we speak listen to the drums beat as we speak as we s.
By the shores of gitche gumee by the shining big- sea- water downward through the evening twilight in the days that are forgotten >from the land of sky blue waters and I said: hello operator.