I'm In A Constant Process Of Thinking

In Watermelon Sugar The Deeds Were Done And Done Again As My Life Is Done In Watermelon Sugar.

For The Rest Of My Life I'll Be Thinking About That Hamburger. I'll Be Sitting There At The Counter, Holding It In My Hands With Tears Streaming Down My Cheeks. The Waitress Will Be Looking Away Because She Doesn't Like To See Kids Crying When They Are Eating Hamburgers.

Im Haunted A Little This Evening By Feelings That Have No Vocabulary And Events That Should Be Explained In Dimensions Of Lint Rather Than Words. Ive Been Examining Half-scraps Of My Childhood. They Are Pieces Of Distant Life That Have No Form Or Meaning. They Are Things That Just Happened Like Lint.

The American Humorist Sat On His Couch Suffering Thoughts Of Her, Trying To Figure Out How To Win Back Her Affections, Wondering What Had Happened Between Them Or Just Tumbling Head-over-heels Down Into Romantic Oblivion Where The Image Of A Remembered Kiss Provokes Bottomless Despair And Makes Death Seem Like The Right Idea.he Experienced The Basics Of Love Ended.

He Learned About Life At Sixteen, First From Dostoevsky And Then From The Whores Of New Orleans.