A friend came over to the house a few days ago and read one of my poems. He came back today and asked to read the same poem over again. After he fini… - Richard Brautigan

if a girl likes me a lot and starts getting real nervous and suddenly begins asking me funny questions and looks sad if I give the wrong answers and she says things like, "Do you think it's going to rain?" and I say, "It beats me," and she says, "Oh," and looks a little sad at the clear blue California sky, I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time Instead of me.

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know

I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters, and all watched over by machines of loving grace.