#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
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…
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…