in the meantime pining for youmy darkness grew wearyand said hello, my dear. I am here to keep you companymy sadness swell and I said you can go to hellthe dark answered this won't doNow hush, buttercup, or do...

I want to come to finally knowthe secret of a burning snowhow this blend of heat and colddefies every truth ever told How to mix each metaphorso that it reflects something moregoes far beyond mere similein its quest to finally...

Lola's Grandmother didn'tlike the Irish.Lola said,"For fuck's sake, don't tellher you're Irish.She hates the Irish.""Why?" I asked."I don't know.  She doesthough, so don't evenmention the Irish."Lola was my girlfriendmany years ago inCalifornia.She had long black hairand the eyes of a...