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I am talking to her saying our roads will be all that's left; that our avenues will turn to altars, set in onyx.   look what we remember of Rome, all pavements and temples arranged like vertebrae in dirt that goes on living, full with prayer; and as I say this, it occurs to me that in a Mexican bar in Florence I might disappear to the streets and run, eyeless through an eyeless crowd, (take me, Florence! I am a son among these heartbroken stones, take me from the marble block lift me out!) to laugh hysterically; she is pulling me, her warmth comes breathlessly from the air; we are foreigners, we are rain.  (I am inventing t

God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice. "Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?" He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying. "But... why? You've got so much to live for..." God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you." He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building. *     *

There was a knock at the door - it was her date. "Dear God, you're fat," he said. It went downhill from there. A rhino followed me home from school today.  My parents wouldn't let me keep him.  They said the octopus would get jealous. Sometimes, at night, I look up at the beauty of the universe and wonder why anyone actually cares.  Then I watch TV. John had a drinking problem. "Stop drinking," his wife said. "Hey, that just might work!" He stopped the next day.  Problem solved. Ed's baby was no fun.  It always cried.  He tried putting it back where he found it, but his wife got mad.

Dylan's Journal June 1st 2005 You know ever since we came to this place, ever since we've moved I've had a bad feeling about those woods. They insist it's just my imagination, maybe it is? I mean it's beautiful here; the countryside is nothing like London. Just rolling hills, meadows, horses. We actually have horses, now back in London the only horses I saw were on carriages.    But, that lasting thought, it lingers, what is just beyond that tree line? Just beyond our property? Why didn't anyone want to buy this beautiful farmhouse? It's almost untouched, the brick is the most beautiful color, and it seems brand new. But the owners seemed