i believe this is the right way to say this i've lived at the same address for two thousand one hundred eighty four days six thousand...

i'm flying in the morning it's even colder in chicago and if the plane crashes because i wrote this then i died smiling and when someone...

our english teacher told us as we were thinking about our papers on 'the stranger' that a brilliant former student had argued the halfway...

winter is like death to get up and out of the house you have to pretend it doesn't exist if you can forget the streets, the sidewalks are...

this is the house i'll die in and this is the window where i'll see death approach disguised as my mailman or my long lost brother i give...