Lorenzo is a quiet, even-tempered man of independent means who has come to accept full-fledged addiction to his playthings. Waking up in the middle of the night, he stares across his moonlit

One at a time, the armed men come down dusty, winding gullies to the steeper arroyos, their chaps and boots glinting in the afternoon sunlight. They descend gulches to the floor of the canyon, a thin band of trees and rock that winds along the creekside. Sixteen men who have never seen one another before, but who are expecting one another, since no one else would care to make the journey to this canyon, or is even aware of its existence.

 

Chuckles sounded at odd places around the table. “Ten-sions are oddly distributed here tonight,” Jessica thought.“There’s too much going on of which I’m not aware... I’ll have to develop new information sources.”

I mean psycho can’t exist, entertaining invisible ideas about people, including yourself, means that they worry you. They make you a worrier.

Later that night we went to a science laboratory where we were shown a new Abbe microscope. Strindberg listened intently to the technician who demonstrated the improvements over the older type. Then he asked to borrow it and disappeared into 

Not too long ago in the hills of our fatherland, on hill 311 to be exact, there lived a young girl divided into three parts: one part rock candy, one part fervent hope, and one part creative seclusion.

 

United at first
ham and cheese fall apart and slip 
             through my trembling hands

Life is beautiful.             However
The only truly human, American expressions
                           of its staggering rich moments

As I walk down NYC I wonder into the ground
Glee a short road across my face
To a sparrow observing from the cool agenda

On this day, anno 1966
The thin Scandinavian girl whose fine-nosed
                      white collie sniffs along the shaded walk.