#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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?
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) was for the misfits. Like I said, it was either that or gym. I would have taken gym but I didn’t want people to sec the boils on my back. There...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...