eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot

“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind

The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up

That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...