#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
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.
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
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…
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age