#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair