#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
Soon after that I made regular and that gave me an 8 hour night, which beat 12, and pay for holidays. Of the 150 or 200 that had come in, there were only two of us left. Then I met Davi...
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,