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,

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—

Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....

We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...

I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...

there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…

he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.