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she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
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. . .
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...