#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
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…
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…