#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
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
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…