#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—