#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light