#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to