#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
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
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…
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
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…
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off