#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…