#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
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?
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...