#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
