#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
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...
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
as the spirit wanes the form