Her name was Janice, but I called her Jan because she was born in December—just like Chris T.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI prefer statues silent, rather than of ears with tongues sticking out and licking out loudly.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI’ll see a tree and be reminded of her. So I’ll have to go have sex with that tree.
This Book is Not FOR SALENothing is and isn’t; nothing is and isn’t—nothing itself is, and at the same time, nothing isn’t.
This Book is Not FOR SALEThe world has genetically modified opinions, but mine are organic. Taste them and you will see.
This Book is Not FOR SALE