#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…