tree of comet

brothers of different mothers.

crooked tale. for dean and gene ween.

for cate blanchett and billy crudup, who could be a real couple.

it seems like a dream, but somebody else's.

more than i can ask for. then i'll be satified.

they're writing poems about it.

whatever you're looking for.

when the war's over we'll be free and we'll adopt some war orphans and grow peace meals.

boy of flowers, sanctified by pope frank.

hourly migrations.

i know where i'm going, i know where i'm going, i know where i'm going, i know where i'm going.

space monkeys stroll

why do they always say the free zone parenthetically.

always remember who you are not

eye am a camera

for the love of cate. one leg is bigger.

for nellie

it is appreciated.

mu.

the cutest space monkey in the cosmos and i seen em all.

today with the pointers in the park by the school a boy introduced himself through the fence. his mom urging him on was the one who shooed me out of the park before.  yes. yes.

you will be able to transform yourself into someone totally unrecognizable.

i try to lighten up but i can't for long.

the imp of the possible.

it's hard to talk about the 80's. i don't even remember. i remember old mother reagan, and then my mind just folds in.

oh my god he sells ideas. who doesn't.

progress hath no need of freedom.

seed mind meld.

sometimes i wunda,

what's goin' on with miss ex? how much, how much, how much longer?

the joys of young werther.