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There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.

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Richard Brautigan
Age: 49 †
Born: 1935
Born: January 30
Died: 1984
Died: October 25
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Tacoma
Washington
Richard Gary Brautigan
Sunflower
Misuse
Fables
Seeds
Many
Men

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God-forsaken is beautiful, too.
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...what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.
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For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.
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Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.
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Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.
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I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
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Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.
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