Cannonballs. Ricochet around the room. I hurry home to lick my wounds. I stumble home to Oceanear. . A nightingale. Sat above my mother's tomb. Twilight in the afternoon.
My brain is like a sieve. . all the bad things you did to me,. sometimes it's easier to forget. you did to me.. my brain is like sieve. . but it knows when it's being messed with.
N.E.O.. . Near Earth Object.. A solid body whose orbit lies within the orbit of Mars.. . Moons Asteroids. Meteorites.. . And human debris.. . You can see a meteorite almost any night..
Late one night a happy martian with nothing to do. made the perfect pleasure drug and he called it the Cube. a cube so potent in a stroke it turned nightmares to dreams.
If I'm not sleeping. It's because I'm frightened. Of what I might find. Behind the curtain. There is a signal. There is a warning. I will not heed them.
Thirty nine and you need some leeway. Soon you're eyeing the overseas page. The trains're running late. As you close the garden gate. Step through your steel front doorframe.
I scare myself just thinking about you. I scare myself when I'm without you. I scare myself the moment that you're going. I scare myself when I let my thoughts run.
There was one room in her house that was always kept locked.... It was the garage!. . I don't want your love. I don't want your money. I just want the key to your Ferrari.
When all the lights go down. This dirty desert town. Is theater in the round. With stars instead of a crowd. . I came here the hard way and now I'm living in a suitcase.
I would never normally go bowling. On a Friday morning in New Orleans. But I like to come here to remember. The kind of places you took me. . Like the time we stole a Datsun.
Metal bird dip wing of fire. Whose airlanes comb dark Earth. The poles are tethers we were born in. On the brink of a whole new deal. On the floor of a Pan-Am bar.
They call her Hot Sauce. She's hot and spicy. But twice as nicey. Although she burn me up. They call her Hot Sauce. She's hotter than pepper. I would have kept her.
At the tender age of three. I was hooked to a machine. Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk. Must have took me for a fool. When they chucked me out of school.
Here in England it's so green. Martian men can move unseen. Apparatus underground. Monitor the crunching sound. . Joey's gone and Georgie's gone. Put their best torn trousers on.
I was fourteen. She was twelve. Father traveled, hers as well. Europa. Down the beaches. Hand in hand. Twelfth of never on the sand. Then war took her away.
One more young writer slid away in the night. Over the border he will drown in light. Hold it - wait a minute. I can't read my writing, my own writing!.
I don't know why you're not talking to me. I don't know what went wrong. two people who had so much together. really ought to get along - yeah. But something started to change inside of you.
You came close. Close but no cigar. You didn't miss by far. You know you came this close. Close but no cigar. . Some people sing love songs. Everybody's got one.
Cruel, what a thing to do. I've been cruel to you such a long time. And how can I hide my shame. 'Cause there I go again at the wrong time. . And I know that it was just the fear of flying.
Blue remembers. Blue like a planet to a spaceman. Blue river of my tears. . Like the heather on the hillside. As they drove us from the highlands. Like the iceflow from the Arctic.