#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...