This is just the begining, the real meat comes latter. :) Enjoy!

Gunther: Where is the beautiful black woman? Hans: She is sleeping in the hammock? Gunther: Sleeping? At 7 o'clock in the evening. I would like to see her dancing to the

When the dead drive by Clerks outside office blocks Hold cigarettes behind their backs

why would you allow yourself to get stranded between the land and the water when you could sit quietly in the smoking car drinking the beer someone passes

I held a knobbly stick in my hand not intended for a weapon, a memory in prosetry

‘Pleasure is the absence of pain’ I tell him, and comma-like, his presence comforts me.

If we were to meet in the safety of a dream Where long, silent shadows are still Where the eyes of the world are tightly shut And the thoughts in a shadowy mill Perhaps we could dance,