We cannot cross the river until it freezes. Bekker predicts January. For food we gather leaves, berries and roots from the thick forest behind the cabin. Suarez boils what we find into a revolting paste that we spoon into our mouths with dirty fingers.

I await, here at Sandymount Strand / There's a stony bed and moistened sand / Couples dance away into futurity / With their dogs upon the shore

Keiko covered her arm while holding the staff. She looked up and saw morning breaking through the sky, but something was unusual about it.

she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.

"My sister's parrot admires your armpit," X-Lautrec says. "Would you be so kind as to nail an avocado seed to a cup of black coffee?"

Though his heart aches his melody seems to flow It creeps into the dreams of all in slumber in the valley below

A funny thing this life

I am fair game that will be hunted and eaten, cutting its edge with Satan's tears from six eyes.

I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.

I am exceeded / by a leaf

Ben was dreaming of sex with Claudia. But, in his dream, he could hear Dan Arris calling his name and pounding on a door. The fear of Dan Arris was pushing out the delights of Claudia.

who can quite say/when careless talk & confidence/slips into that other charged thing/so minimal at first

When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.

The rocking chair will bite your toes.

... he could feel the pointed picket spears.