#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me