A Man Without Hands Came To The

There Was A Time When I Thought I Loved My First Wife More Than Life Itself. But Now I Hate Her Guts. I Do. How Do You Explain That? What Happened To That Love? What Happened To It, Is What I'd Like To Know. I Wish Someone Could Tell Me.

I Loved You So Much Once. I Did. More Than Anything In The Whole Wide World. Imagine That. What A Laugh That Is Now. Can You Believe It? We Were So Intimate Once Upon A Time I Can't Believe It Now. The Memory Of Being That Intimate With Somebody. We Were So Intimate I Could Puke. I Can't Imagine Ever Being That Intimate With Somebody Else. I Haven't Been.

There Are Significant Moments In Everyone's Day That Can Make Literature. That's What You Ought To Write About.

The Smooth Stones You Pick Up And Examine Under The Moon's Light Have Been Made Blue From The Sea. Next Morning When You Pull Them From Your Trouser Pocket, They Are Still Blue.

I Am Too Nervous To Eat Pie.