#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
reached up into the top of the clo… and took out a pair of blue pan ti… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
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…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…