#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
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...
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
as the spirit wanes the form