#AmericanWriters
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody. laughter or
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
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
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
