#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
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…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”