On December 30 of some year, Richard Brautigan wrote the following:
Quote:At 1:30 in the morning a fart
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed
to write this down without
my glasses on.
Were there a party in progress, the act, if not the poem, would surely have driven friends (and Shakers, for that matter) away from the party.
