#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...