#AmericanWriters
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
