#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch