#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
