Sat in Snow
I have a feeling we are in the wrong place
Born, grew, died
I want to be a cow, or possibly a shiny red bucket
Various restaurants, various waiters
Something is in the sky
There are man words for this in Tibet
I'd like to take you (stop there)
Consider this thing that has died
OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!!!!
I have often walked down this street before
We cannot see beyond it. Is there a beyond?
On the toilet, late.
Love rises up in us.
It's a stain, like tea, or blood