Coffeesong

“I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won’t rain.”
― Richard Brautigan, Loading Mercury With a Pitchfork

“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.”
― Dean Jackson

“We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.”
― Richard Brautigan, In Watermelon Sugar