#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…