#AmericanWriters
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...