#AmericanWriters
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
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,
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
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…
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough