#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,