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we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
the wind blows hard tonight and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I hope some of them have a bottle…
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
