#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—