#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
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...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme