#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now