say that again

Dead Philip Whalen says:


Play dead. Stay dead. Like music.


One only how in this one only can't one say that again.



Radiohead got the National anthem right, Bill!



Short swerve was love. Now. On.

Thoughts hastily stag embarrassed.




A bare assed boy, embarrassed boy.


Eros is zoning. Again.




When he's done wishing he'll be his mother.




She's down the path.




I never worry about the government.



The world I haven't that hasn't not had me back yet.



Speak my language. Oh, you do? Uh-oh.



The unpitiable Yes.



That's what Eros's mother wrote

on his underwear

when he went to camp.



It's red magic marker, I believe.



The unpitiable Yes.



Surely the other children will tear him apart!