#Americans #XXCentury
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
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…
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
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
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…
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.